Sincerely: Letter from Phyllis Hoffman
One of the simple pleasures of summer in the South is a ripe, juicy tomato fresh from the vine. My dad always grew the best tomatoes in his garden, which he tended each evening when he got home from work. We had them with almost every supper during the season, and I remember fabulous sandwiches that consisted of a thick slice of tomato on bread slathered with mayonnaise. Sometimes, I would just pick a tomato, wash it, and eat it like an apple—so yummy. The Victorians thought this exquisite fruit deserved an equally special serving tool, and I am all for it. On page 89, we bring you an array of silver tomato servers plus a little history to go with them. I’ve loved these pieces for years but never knew…