If you’re not from the East Coast, when you think of New York, I’m guessing you’re thinking of New York City. And when I bring up New Jersey, I bet you…you know what? I don’t want to know what you think of New York and New Jersey.

I’ll tell you what to think: produce.

Every summer back east we had ripe, shiny red tomatoes and wonderful corn that didn’t even need butter or salt, because each niblet was like a teeny tiny nugget of sugar. And every fall we’d go apple-picking, bringing home bushels of ’em that would stay…