Say, is that a mutant cherry tomato in your pocket, or…?
Plucked from Uncle B’s greenhouse. I was just on the point of dropping it in the soup, when I noticed its enthusiasm. Sadly, I did put it in my pocket, thereby destroying its most signal characteristic.
Incidentally, this is a variety of tomato called gardener’s delight and they are simply spectacular. I usually don’t like raw tomatoes, but these things really do taste sweet, like the fruit they truly are. Raw or cooked, I can’t get enough of ’em.
And that’s it for me today. I’m still on mother-in-law duty and the stress of being on my best behavior all the time has plumb wore me out.
September 1, 2009 — 8:00 pm
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