I will always remember the country Georgia nestled between Russia and Turkey for its people, hospitality and beautiful tomatoes.  I was dazzled by the bounty that looked "just picked" at the peak of an Italian summer,

I ate them raw without dressing. I recall that first bite and the burst of flavor heaven. I dunked hearty Georgian bread into a freshly prepared tomato salsa often. In markets I paused to admire them and photograph them. The only thing better was the smoky flavor of freshly...

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