You know, this struck me as much funnier than it really ought to have done. It’s sad, really. Because it’s true.
So the other day I was at my parents’ house for dinner, and while chatting with my mother during dinner preparations, I spied her treasure trove of gardening heaven spread out on a large tray on the kitchen counter. Needless to say, I pilfered her stash of tomatoey goodness and ate myself about sick — you can see a portion of my stolen goods below. I ate the entire pile and then some, with the exception of the green one which I snuck home for midnight frying.
All I can say is that homegrown tomatoes are to die for and if you’ve only had store-bought tomatoes, I feel sorry for you. Because compared to homegrown, store-bought tomatoes are seriously lacking flavor. It reminds me once again that I need to start my own garden if even just in a container. It’s worth making the time for no matter how busy one might be. You say tomato…I say yum!