Little yellow pear tomatoes are the food of the gods. People put them in salads or preserves, but mine never make it into the house. Pluck ’em off the vine, rub the dust off on my jeans, and right into the mouth. Tomato happiness!
Little yellow pear tomatoes are the food of the gods. People put them in salads or preserves, but mine never make it into the house. Pluck ’em off the vine, rub the dust off on my jeans, and right into the mouth. Tomato happiness!
I thought it was just your son who liked close-up photography. I’ve grown these too, they’re adorable. Mine make it in the house though and look really cute in a salad with cut up cherry or grape tomatoes.
Who took the picture of the rose?
What are those little bugs under the leaves?
ahh, just kidding. they look great. Did you say they were “dusty”?
I’ve tried to get them in the house, really, I have. 🙂
Zach took the rose picture. It’s my favorite. He’s quite gifted in photography.
Willy,
I live next to a wheat field, and my balcony overlooks a divine parking lot. Yep, dust. Heh.
Miss Zooey, if I may say, you have some fine looking tomatoes there.
Z, forget buying me dinner in Portland. How about I come to Idaho and you can feed me these by hand while I, wearing nothing but a toga and a smile, recline beneath a massive tree?
**waving hand**
Wayne, can you see my tomatoes? 😀
Sounds good, Egg. Every other tomato is yours. 🙂
“Miss Zooey, if I may say, you have some fine looking tomatoes there.”
WAYNE, you are married, yeesh!
Gregg, doesn’t Zooey have to peel the tomatoes before you can eat them?
Now I know why people referred to my grandmother as “Ma Bell.”
Please visit Wayne’s pornographic site often.
I hope she peels something.
I find that a-peeling.
If Friday is going to be given over to Tomato Blogging, I hope we can reserve Saturday evening for a Cesspool Party thread.
I thought Saturdays were for onion rings.
We can’t really have a food fight without TRoS, Zooey, can you find him?
Heh. Egg, if I’m peeling anything it’ll be your hide. 😀
I’m gonna think of different things to do on Friday Blogging — tomatoes don’t last forever…. *sniff*
Shayne,
I’ll look around for him. He may have messed up and gotten a life. 😀
I’ve seen TRoS fairly recently at TP, whacking away at the trolls until they no longer know which way is up.
Found TRoS. Put up a post with a link in it.
*fingers crossed*
Seems like the threads at TP move much slower without our presence.
The sparkle has left TP, now all they have are Troll Wars.
I like that you’re linking with your name, Egg. I thought about it, but “Zooey” draws too much troll attention. 😦
Well, it was a nice, friendly, fun place to blog……
Beautiful tomatoes, Zooey. I see we have something else in common! Mine right now are so overloaded, I have invited a couple of people to come pick what they want while we are camping.
First thing my brother does when he comes over is circle around to the back and pick a few before he comes in the house. 🙂
Ah, the power of tomatoes to bring us together. I love it!
What has the world come to when a gentleman can no longer compliment a woman on her tomatoes? 😀
What were all of you thinking? Remember what Freud almost said, “Sometimes a tomato is just a tomato.” Then he snorted another line of coke.