All of my hard summer labor has come to fruition, and now, the choices are daunting: Shall I make marinara sauce or mix this beefy tomato into a salad? Maybe I'll make up a simple bacon, lettuce, and tiny tomato sandwich. Instead of a BLT, it would be a BLt. If I were Rachael Ray, I might stuff and broil it. If I were Sandra Lee, I'd make a Bloody Mary with it. If I were Nicole Richie, I'd make an entire meal of it. So many choices. But now that harvest time is here, I can stop worrying about droughts and floods and just enjoy the first (and only) fruits of the world's smallest garden.