I have a confession to make: I've been on a bit of a tomato bender. I just can't help it. They are just so irresistible. I've been popping cherry tomatoes like pills, sneaking slices and dices of heirlooms into every meal, and lusting after Early Girls. I recently came across this Mario Batali clip, and learned that there is a word for my ailment. The Italians call it Scorpacciata.