Ah, three months ago, I hung my head in shame as my tiny tomato seedlings withered and wilted in our unseasonably hot spring. Their stems bent in the wind. Their green leaves vanished into translucent wisps.

Though all my bumbling, my Hungarian Heart has been stout of heart. It grew new leaves. It straightened its stem. It bloomed with little yellow flowers and actually produced fruit that looked like… well… a heart. Some weighed almost a pound in a half.

When I sliced through the dark pink skin, I expected a watery explosion of seeds and juice. Instead, my Wusthof knife melted through the fruit as if it were the velvety flesh of a perfectly ripe mango. The ruby slices were almost too pretty to eat.

My hungarian hearts were perfect for BLTs. They added great great body to salsa. Even the tomato haters at our house became converts.

As the weather cools, I wonder if the green tomatoes will ripen in time. I wanted perfect melons, instead I found the perfect tomato.

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