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Tomato harvest

Sweet Boy learned a new joke today. It's my favorite:

"What? I can't hear you! There's a zucchini in my ear!"

HA! I never tire of this one. Just as funny with a banana, too. (Though not with cherry tomatoes, we discovered. Hmph.)

You know what else is funny? Me staring at the cherry tomato vines, which are bowed and bending and covered with these gorgeous orange-yellow beauties, scratching my head and saying, "when the heck are these little buggers going to turn red?"


Answer: Never! They're yellow tomatoes, dummy.

Good thing I stuck the plastic info card in the soil next to the plant, or we'd be waiting a loooong time for these sweet little delectables.

And who knew yellow tomatoes were so yummy? It's trite, yes, but I'm saying it anyway: They're like candy! Be proud of my self control -- most did make it into the house. I didn't just gobble 'em down in the yard.

With the big pinkish-red Brandywine tomatoes, I made some of the most delicious caprese salad ever...fresh tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, fresh basil...ooh, baby. Big Daddy made fun of my "savoring face," and Sweet Boy said "What's the matter wit' Mommy?" when I took that first bite.

I loves me some tomatoes, hot off the vine.


TODAY I LEARNED
one can collect an extra hour or so of Saturday-morning sleep by plopping the toddler in front of a DVD in the guest bedroom. Be prepared, however, for the occasional shut-eye interruption, with statements such as
"Look, Mommy, it's blueberry poop!"
"Mommy, I squished the kitty..."
"I pushed all the buttons and it's not workin'."

So, it's not restful sleep, but I'll take it.

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  1. MegAugust 3, 2008 at 12:27 PM

    Mmmm, yummy! I just hope that you soon start producing so much, you can't eat it all, and then I can come produce shop at your house.

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