You may recall my diatribe about tomatoes the other day where I bemoaned my inability to locate a decent (read: edible) example of the fruit.
Some Jersey-centric folks (like Preston and Crotchety Old Man ) decided to take the opportunity to sing the praises of their own state’s agricultural brilliance. Yes, I’ve heard that Joizee tomatoes are to die for, and I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we were talking about ME, and your manifestos on the wonders of all that grows in the Garden State, while enlightening, did not bring me closer to my own personal goals.
Enter 6 Degrees of Sacramento. This savior offered to risk her life meeting another blogger, a potential internet wacko, in person, to share her own bounty of organic home-grown goodies from the garden gods. This brave soul brought not one, not two, but FIFTY-SEVEN (ok, not fifty-seven, it was more like maybe sixteen, but I love her like it was fifty-seven) tomatoes. God bless her and the tomato-vine she rode in on.
I sliced up one of those bad boys for my sandwich, inhalating the rest of what was on the cutting board.
Oh yeah…… Succulent and Slurpalicious! And I can’t remember the last time I SMELLED a tomato. They smell so….. RED!
I believe I said something about giving up my kingdom for a passable tomato, so 6 Degress will be picking up the keys tomorrow. I will have to remember to tell her about that leaky faucet in the dungeon. Actually, I’m kind of glad to be getting rid of it. That whiny slut in the tower can annoy someone else now with her incessant someday-my-prince-will-come litany. She drove me up the castle wall, so good riddance, I say.
So now that my lifetime issues with tomatoes have been resolved, I’d like to find some new food-related thing to worry about. For example, I saw this in the grocery store the other day. WTF?!?!?
Is this something Joe the Plumber would eat?
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I would like to throw out a BIG FAT THANK YOU to Em over at Life, Liberty and The Pursuit for bestowing the Kreativ Blogger Award unto Nanny Goats In Panties.Nanny Goats is honored and flattered and a few other cool adjectives. I’m putting this at the top of my trophy case.
