The Tomato Queens

To some It is the world. Oblate spheroid of red, crowned in stars, vined galaxies of juicy perfection. Add toast, mayonnaise, lettuce, bacon; a feast. An eyes-closed bite of Heaven, dripping, over the borders of my mouth, the bread, the plate, leaving me with the joyful aroma, sublime taste, a wanton desire for more, and more and more. This queen of the garden, this multi-chambered heart of so much flavor: the tomato.