Pure beauty. That’s what these tomatoes are. Pure-brilliant-beauty.  I’m not a fan of raw tomatoes. Shocked?  Yeah, most people are. It’s a textural thing. Goes right up there with mushrooms and peas.  Put a dish in front of me with a few of these roasted, deep-red beauties and it’s another story all-together.  I’ve been promising this recipe for close to a year now, and I’m truly sorry it has taken me so long to getting around to photographing these.  My excuse is that we eat them after I make them and only after we’re rubbing our bellies and dabbing the corners of our mouths with our high-falutin’ paper napkins, would I realized I’d…