I avoid ordering fresh tomatoes when they’re not in season, mostly for selfish taste reasons—pink, hard, mealy tomatoes make me want to gag. But right now is the height of tomato season in pretty much all of the lower 48 states, when almost any old tomato tastes halfway decent.
So why, Gemma, why are you serving these little crunchy pink bits? This would have been a nice salad: warm grilled calamari, radicchio, avocado. But the diced tomatoes tasted like they were from December. And this happens all the time! Bad tomatoes are hiding out in sandwiches and salads as we speak. Doesn’t it seem like you’d have to go out of your way to even get a bad tomato right now?
Meh. Carry on.