These beautiful heirloom tomatoes that I picked up at the market, have been ripening on my windowsill for a few days. At their exact point of combustion, the point when the juice is at its maximum capacity, and as soon as you slide your knife through and it gushes, I chopped them up, along with some avocado, and thought about eating them as is.
Last weekend, while on our biking island tour, we stopped to pick some blueberries. I get pretty excited about picking most fruit, blackberries are the exception. Although, it was a bit different this time around, picking large juicy blueberries from a farm, instead of the tiny ones in Ontario, the ones that grow along the railroad tracks - and I was quite pleased that I didn't need to keep looking over my shoulder for bears.