Step One 真题体验(2015·全国Ⅰ·阅读理解B)
The freezing Northeast hasn’t been a terribly fun place to spend time this winter，so when the chance came for a weekend to Sarasota，Florida，my bags were packed before you could say “sunshine”．I left for the land of warmth and vitamin C(维生素C)，thinking of beaches and orange trees.When we touched down to blue skies and warm air，I sent up a small prayer of gratefulness.Swimming pools，wine tasting，and pink sunsets (at normal evening hours，not 4 in the afternoon)filled the weekend，but the best part—particularly to my taste，dulled by months of coldweather root vegetables—was a 7 a．m.adventure to the Sarasota farmers’ market that proved to be more than worth the early wakeup call.
The market，which was founded in 1979，sets up its tents every Saturday from 7 a．m.to 1 p．m.，rain or shine，along North Lemon and State streets.Baskets of perfect red strawberries；the redpainted sides of the Java Dawg coffee truck；and most of all，the tomatoes：amazing，large，soft and round red tomatoes.
Disappointed by many a broken，vineripened(蔓上成熟的) promise，I’ve refused to buy winter tomatoes for years.No matter how attractive they look in the store，once I get them home they’re unfailingly dry，hard，and tasteless.But I homed in，with uncertainty，on one particular table at the Brown’s Grove Farm’s stand，full of fresh and soft tomatoes the size of my fist.These were the real deal—and at that moment，I realized that the best part of Sarasota in winter was going to be eating things that back home in New York I wouldn’t be experiencing again for months.
