Andria Mitsakos

With the tails of a long, linen apron rustling behind her, the woman clutched a gorgeous red pepper in one hand and the most amazing tomato I have ever seen in her other hand. You could see the sun baked into this tomato. I know how it divine it must smell. I want this tomato. Just olive oil and some salt. Maybe not even. Ok, I digress. Tomatoes, they do that to me. Tomatoes, well, and Sicilian men. Not necessarily in that order. OK, tomatoes first, always. Yes, tomatoes first.