Paten sent me this picture yesterday of lunch  from her tomato farm in Sonoma, where I go this weekend for production of the thing I wrote about her tomato farm in Sonoma. LAYERS. I will be rolling myself up in that piece of purple basil, nestling myself inside of one of the divets in the fat green one and pulling that soft pocket of burrata over myself until I nearly suffocate with glee at which point I’ll just eat my way out.

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