Summer is not officially here until I make broschetta with real tomatoes. And when I say real tomatoes, I mean the kind I pick fresh off the vine and are still warm from the sun. The kind that never, ever get refrigerated. Fresh tomatoes and basil served over grilled bread might be my favorite meal. Maybe an ear of sweet corn and a peach for dessert to round things out. Can it get any better than this? I love summer. I love the fresh produce it brings. And the first tomatoes, before there are so many you don't know what to do, are the best.