My unhealthy obsession with mayonnaise is scoffed at 11 out of 12 months of the year. Only French bistros provide refuge during the other 11 offering my beloved condiment alongside fries without me asking. But in August, oh in August, something magical happens.  You see, August is also known as “heirloom season.” That wonderful month when oddly shaped and luxuriously colored tomatoes sprinkle the farmer’s … Continue reading An Ode to Heirloom and Mayo Toast