Danny Barrett

A summer joy of mine is feasting out on an-of-this-world tomato sandwich whose juices run down the non-lickable inside of your fingers and drip from your chin as you devour one.  This is  presuming that you started with a great tomato.  I might live in the wrong decade or the wrong place, but I am having a tough time just finding predictably the necessary first ingredient - a great tomato.  When I was growing up, a great tomato was…