A conversation I had with Steph when I got home yesterday.Me: "Did you check the garden?"
S: "Yep."
Me: "Did any of the tomatoes come in?"
S: (with that "look" on her face) "Yep."
Me: "Did you eat them?"
S: (excitely) "Yeah, they were really good."
Sigh. Although I'm pleased she's eating fresh--um, is it a vegetable or fruit? No matter. Do they make tomatoes that ripen on the weekends when I have a shot at them?
I need not explain why that is an image I grabbed off the Interwebs and not a photo of a tomato in my garden, right?
2 comments:
Oh man, this sounds familiar. When we had our little apartment, we had a garden. Tomato plants would grow tall and lush, but between Corey and the birds, I may have only gotten two or three.
At our house we've found that on the rare occasion that one actually ripens, it's really, *really* good.
Small, almost insignificant quality vs quantity consolation, I know.
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