Last week I was so desperate for fresh produce, that in a moment of weakness I went to the grocery store and purchased a bunch of out of season produce shipped from great distance to Baltimore. I bought tomatoes and cucumbers and peppers and made myself a beautiful Israeli salad with feta cheese because I was craving it and I could. And- well- what can I say; good olive oil and decent feta is wasted on a salad that tastes like plastic. There's no way around the fact that out of season tomatoes bred for shelf life, produced in industrial systems and shipped half way across the world have very little in common with tomatoes grown with love and compost, picked from the garden and served up still warm from the sunshine.