I've been really enjoying some beautiful (bought, not home-grown) toms recently - the smell as you rinse them, then gently dry them, is fabulous. I often think of how the Elizabethans were so won over by them they called them 'love apples' - when you get a really sweet, juicy one, they're as good as any apple, and the bright red must've reminded them of (romantic) hearts. I like to just eat one by itself, like fruit, from time to time.