If you’re lucky, you live in a place where tomatoes are still in season. If not, hold on to this idea for next year.
We’ve had the best run of tomatoes ever this summer in Paris. Yes, the supermarket still has the same perfectly round, perfectly red, perfectly firm and sadly flavorless tomatoes they have year-round, but the farmers at the markets have had beauties – red and yellow and green, round, oval, palmable, petite, pointy-tipped, pleated and sometimes gnarly. And we’ve been like greedy kids with them, buying them daily and eating them at just about every meal, and sometimes just as a snack – there’s little better than a thick slice of a ripe, dripping-with-juice tomato sprinkled with fleur de sel, unless it’s that slice of tomato on a piece of buttered bread.
My daily tomato salad is a simple one: sliced or wedged tomatoes, salt, freshly ground pepper and a drizzle of olive oil. At the last minute, and depending on what I’m serving with the salad, I might add a few drops of thick balsamic vinegar (or Saba), some torn basil, some snipped chives or thinly sliced new white onions, rinsed in cold water (to remove the bitter ‘juice’) and patted dry.
If there are a few slices leftover, I save them – I can’t bear to toss away something delicious – but the truth is, a day old tomato that’s been salted and vinegared and oiled is a sorry affair. But not an unuseful one: a couple of whirrs of the blender and yesterday’s leftovers become the ideal vinaigrette for today’s salad.