tomatoes

yummy, home grown tomatoes are a way to a man's heart, at least my man's stomach heart. actually, they are quite good for my heart too. i like them. i like them a lot. a nice man at craig's office gave them to us - 2 days in a row! we feel rich.

they remind me of my childhood: red, juicy ripe tomatoes decked with salt & pepper cut up on a corelle plate, trips in the car with tomatoes under my feet, discussion between aunts & dad over who had the best tomatoes, summer suppers at calder, tomatoes all over sheets on the dining room floor. (we really liked fresh veges and you have not heard my squash or splitting bean stories.)

i really appreciate them especially since i do not have to grow them b/c we did that one year , make that 3 years and we just were not so productive. but, HEB cannot hold a candle to home-grown tomatoes. (how many times can i type tomato?)

it was a bit of a failure and it hurt my pride. I AM A PEARSON FOR PETE'S SAKE! what pearson, frank=william pearson, that is, does not know how to grow a tomato. maybe the pearson that marries a larson? technically, i did put an ounce of energy in the previous gardens, maybe i should start. . . next year.

my love for this fruit (? i have never understood that) is kinda funny b/c as a child i thought my parents were nuts b/c they loved home-grown stuff so much. I USED TO DESIRE TO EAT CAN VEGES! there, i said it. disgusting thought, ungrateful child. this admission is probably why i am garden failed.

i did just spend 20 minutes posting about tomatoes. who do i think i am - i know - pioneer woman, she is my sister adrienne's "best friend". :)