One of my first food memories is picking tomatoes in my aunt and uncle’s backyard. I was only one or two years old, but it helped create a really beautiful bond between my uncle and me from a young age. When he passed away last year, my aunt gifted me his Nikkormat camera from 1975 (I even have the receipt from when he bought it tucked into the accompanying camera bag). It’s such a special honor to continue to make and capture food memories with a piece of him, tomato bob.