Do you ever dream of coming home and being greeted by a colorful fruit bowl? Just imagine, a place for those shiny, candy red apples atop a mountain of melons that are just calling your name.

Usually the answer is stacked precariously in all the medium-to-large-size bowls that I own. This one for tomatoes, that one for stone fruit. Come evening, I’m eager to make a panzanella salad ...