A Tomato Tale

I tend to err on the side of caution, so when Rochi said he was planning to plant tomatoes in the garden, I thought maybe two or three. But being the (ahem) slightly obsessive person he is, he planted about a dozen. Then he sprayed the blossoms with what I can only assume to be tomato steroids because they’re ripening now and they’re so big and heavy that they’re falling off the vines, which are blocking the path to the front door, and disgruntled delivery guys keep showing up with tomato leaves in their hair.

But I’m not complaining. A good, vine-ripened tomato is a thing of joy, so to celebrate this feast of nature, I give you…(drum roll please)…

Mr Tomato Head!



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