OF all the produce that tastes amazingly better in season —peaches and apricots, strawberries and peas — none inspires the same cultish devotion as summer tomatoes.

Meaty and succulent, their velvety flesh enclosing a fragrant jelly of golden seeds and dripping with sweet pink juice, summer tomatoes are everything their cold-weather counterparts aren’t, including cheap and abundant.

Right now farmers’ markets are rich with them: a dizzying profusion of scarlet beefsteaks, mini red and orange cherries and luminous lumpy heirlooms ranging from mild yellow Striped Germans to tart, intense, mauve-hued Brandywines. Swooning in their midst, I can’t seem to walk away without bags of them.

Once I get them home, though, I’m left wondering, What the heck am I going to do with all these tomatoes? How fast I can consume my purple Krims and Green Zebras before they ooze into a sticky puddle?

As I contemplated my most recent load of beauties, in hues from amethyst to gold and even a few unripe greens, it almost seemed a shame to eat them. But it would be more of a shame not to.

If I really wanted to take full advantage of their delectability, and to eat them every day, a plan was in order. So I summoned all the great tomato dishes I’ve ever eaten, compiling a list of the easiest, most varied and most tomatoey of the lot.

I spent the next week in decadent tomato revelry. Here’s a chronicle of my grand tomato tour.

DAY 1: PAN CON TOMATE I could eat this Catalan dish every single day for as long as good tomatoes hold out. It resembles bruschetta, but instead of cubing the tomatoes as a topping for garlic- and olive oil-rubbed toast, all you have to do is squeeze their guts directly onto the bread.

Of all the dishes, this one benefits the most from using an ultraripe tomato, still warm from the farmers’ market. When you halve it, its insides practically flow out of their own accord. But be careful: one step beyond ultraripe and you are in trouble. Yes, alas, it is possible to buy a terrible August tomato. Supermarkets are full of the same wan, waxy fruit they sell all year long. (Are there people who actually prefer it?) But even the farmers’ markets sell their share of lackluster, cottony specimens.

Confronted recently with a bag full of mealy Brandywines straight from the Union Square Greenmarket, I couldn’t help wondering how they got that way. I had always thought tomatoes got mealy because they were refrigerated at supermarket warehouses. (Chilling tomatoes ruins their texture and flavor.) But that turns out to be only one culprit. Mealiness, I have learned, can also be a symptom of overripeness.

How to tell the difference between ripe and overripe? Cradle a tomato gently in your palm. Its skin should be taut rather than slack, and the tomato should feel as if its juices are about to burst out of the tight skin, like a water balloon just before it makes contact with your head.

The tomatoes I chose for my pan con tomate, two heavy, green-shouldered Black Princes, fit the bill perfectly.

DAY 2: BAKED STUFFED TOMATOES WITH GOAT CHEESE FONDUE Hollowed out and stuffed with a runny mix of goat cheese and mascarpone, firm but ripe tomatoes make excellent vessels for a melting fondue.

I came up with the idea after considering a supper of regular baked tomatoes, the kind that nearly collapse in the oven, covered with a savory topping of garlic-laced bread crumbs.

But baked tomatoes seemed meager for dinner. Since I’m always looking for an excuse to add cheese (preferably melted) to everything, it was the perfect way to bulk this dish out. The mascarpone mellowed the pungent goat cheese and added a lush, silky texture to the filling, which cascaded over the jammy red flesh when the tomato was cut.

I also added minced anchovies to the bread crumbs just to ratchet up the salty factor and add a layer of complexity, though anchovy haters can certainly leave them out.

I ate these marvels with toast soldiers for dunking and a giant green salad to cut the richness. Firm, flattish tomatoes that will stay upright on a baking sheet, like beefsteaks and Brandywines, are perfect here.

DAY 3: MULTICOLORED TOMATO TARTLETS This is what guests who come over to my house during tomato season are served: individual warm puff pastry tarts topped with basil, nutty Parmesan and jewel-like slices of tomato.

When I want to go all out, I’ll use one perfect slice for each tart, cutting them from different heirloom varieties; you can mix the unused tomato parts into a gorgeous salad, or make them into tomato-ricotta soup for Day 4. As long as you use all-butter pastry and good tomatoes, you can vary or skip the cheese and herbs. Or if you have some mascarpone left over from your baked stuffed tomatoes, a smear of it at the bottom of the crust makes a luxuriant cushion.

DAY 4: INSTANT TOMATO-RICOTTA “SOUP” WITH CAPERS My new lunchtime obsession, this is a dish I came up with one afternoon after letting a bowl of simple tomato salad (sliced tomatoes, salt, olive oil and herbs) sit while I answered a phone call. When I came back, the salt had drawn out the tomato liquid, creating a pale red broth. It tasted vibrant and heady, and somehow made the tomato chunks themselves even more intense.

On a whim, I tossed in some fresh ricotta that I had planned to spread on toast and sprinkled the top with capers because I like their salty tang next to the sweet, milky cheese. There are few things easier or more addictive on a hot afternoon.

DAY 5: RED AND YELLOW CHERRY TOMATO CONFIT Roasting tomatoes condenses and caramelizes the juices, turning a juicy salad-worthy fruit into syrupy tomato candy. No summer passes without my making several batches of tomato confit, which will keep for a week or two in the fridge or a month in the freezer.

You can make a confit of any tomato, but thick-skinned cherry and grape tomatoes, with their high sugar content, work especially well, as do halved plum tomatoes.

I eat this tossed onto hot or cold pasta, with arugula salad, mounded onto mozzarella or spooned over goat cheese, or simply piled on garlic-rubbed toast. When drizzled with lemon juice or good vinegar and sprinkled with fresh herbs like basil, mint, tarragon or sage, it also makes a chunky salsalike sauce that’s terrific with grilled fish, meat or fowl. In short, once you’ve got an irresistible tomato confit on hand, you’ll probably want to add it to everything.

DAY 6: GAZPACHO WITH WATERMELON AND AVOCADO After several days of sitting out on the counter feeding the fruit flies, even the firmest tomatoes start to slacken. That’s when you know it’s gazpacho time.

This time I added watermelon, because I had it and because I wanted a slightly sweeter soup than usual. For color and voluptuous texture, I floated buttery avocado cubes on top. It was pretty enough to serve to company, and expandable enough to use up all the soft tomatoes on the oozing brink.

DAY 7: GREEN TOMATO AND LEMON MARMALADE By the time the seventh day of my tomato tour rolled around, I was ready for dessert.

And why not? After all, tomatoes are botanically a fruit, not a vegetable. I thought back to all the tomato confections I’d savored: the tomato tart Tatins, the sorbets and gelées. Any would have filled the bill, but I had used the last of the ripe tomatoes in the gazpacho, and only the green ones were left. Although I had originally planned to fry them, sweet fried green tomatoes just weren’t appealing.

Then I thought back to a recent delicacy I’d had in Provence. My very stylish host served a memorable breakfast of day-old croissants, toasted until the butter seeped out onto the crisp, golden surface, then slathered with green tomato marmalade studded with lemon confit. Replicating that marmalade seemed just the thing to do with my shiny pale tomatoes.

And so I did, keeping the recipe as simple as possible and cooking the tomato and lemon in sugar just until the fruit turned shimmering and translucent. Tangier, more complex and looser than most marmalades, this one offered candied slivers of fruit suspended in a thick, honeyed syrup that was just jellied enough to spread, yet runny enough to be dolloped over ice cream, or perhaps some leftover mascarpone.

Even without the croissant, it was a mesmerizing end to a week of tomato worship that can happily continue until first frost.