So some days life is not a bowl of cherries but instead a wooden bowl of succulent, home-grown, really ripe tomatoes.
It's amazing what good friends, a clean house, and a weekend full of the promise of music and mascara can do for a girl's spirit.
Let's all dance.
Certainly over here the supermarkets would run a mile from those tomatoes because they don't 'look right'. Maybe it's the same in the States. This is seriously dumb - because as you say they are flavoursome. Unlike the bland tasting uniform looking stuff the supermarkets think are saleable.
ReplyDeleteYeah, same here. But I tell you what- you cut one of those tomatoes open and it'll look right. It'll look REAL right. And it'll taste even better. I'm in tomato heaven.
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ReplyDeleteSo what's with the dark picture? Why are you hiding in the shadows like this?
Mr P likes the big fleshy tomatoes we get back in the mother-in-law's garden in Italy: mishapen and meaty.
there is never enough dancing in life...or yummy tomatoes!
ReplyDeleteenjoy your mascara xxx
Mr. P.- the darker the better at my age. And I have no doubt that your in-laws' Italian tomatoes are far superior to my Florida ones but we must work with what we have.
ReplyDeleteHepkittie- thank-you! I will!
so funny you should say that!
ReplyDeletemy fiance is italian and it's almost an OCD compulsion of his that he HAS to buy tomatoes and garlic everytime he goes to the grocery store, lol...
hope you are having a great weekend
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