Ode to Tomatoes  “come on! and, on the table, at the midpoint of summer, the tomato, star of earth, recurrent and fertile star, displays its convolutions, its canals, its remarkable amplitude and abundance, no pit, no husk, no leaves or thorns, the tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.”             Ode to Tomatoes by Pablo Neruda (1904-1973 Nobel Prize winner) (translated by Margaret Sayers Peden)   It seemed appropriate that a friend sent me this…