What better way to say goodbye to summer than with a tomato? They’re still around where I live, but barely. Unless they become the victim of an early frost, the red orbs of August should hang on well into October. And I’ll be clinging to those sweet and savory fruits as though they were summer itself. Clusters of oversized cherry tomatoes in a sunset glaze are a greater sign of wealth than cut stones from the earth, because true wealth means the ability to consume freely, when appropriate. And now is the time to consume tomatoes, freely and with no guilt. When you’re flush with tomatoes, you begin accumulating those ultra-ripe, super-juicy, very delicate, and extra-perfect specimens that I call heavy tomatoes. Those are the ones so ripe that you can’t even move them—they burst like water balloons when you cut them. It’s easy to focus on the slices cut …