Planting tomatoes in Seattle is the closest thing in my life to an act of faith. Everyone but best friend Larry told me I planted too late, but for the last two weeks, maybe three, I’ve been grabbing a few off the vine every evening to eat with dinner — and they’re more abundant by the day. This variety is called Super Fantastic (no, really) and while this one looks like it was stitched together in a baseball factory, I can assure you that it was, indeed, super fantastic.
