After carefully rescuing them from the forest of weeds wildflowers, I was delighted to find some small, green tomatoes growing in the garden. Hubbles may think they are evil, a sort of dastardly poison fruit, but I love tomatoes. I will eat them raw, broiled, sliced with salt, in salads, on sandwiches, in eggs, et cetra, et cetra. They’re almost as good as avocados, is what I’m saying.
If you don’t like avocados, I don’t think we can be friends anymore.
Sadly, many of my friends don’t like tomatoes. More for me! And for Pixie. She didn’t like raw tomatoes until recently, but has fortunately come around to my side. The right side.
Theoretically, I should have yummy tomatoes as soon as a couple of weeks. We’ll see!
