It's a weddding weekend, and I had some dear old friends over for lunch yesterday. In the grand Southern tradition, they showed up bearing gifts: a basket of ripe red tomatoes from a friend's farm.
We ate them sliced, seasoned and drizzled with some olive oil and balsamic vinegar. That's it...simple, no fuss.
Cleaning up after our meal, the remainders sat on the countertop and I was struck by how beautiful they were.
Like art, I thought...and then immediately this guy came to mind:
Maybe summer tomatoes and Yves Klein have a bit in common. Their seeming simplicity might elicit an 'are you serious?' but upon further inspection (or consumption) the genius is revealed.