A big fat tomato. On still-warm, homemade wheat bread, with a slap of mayo. Mmmm. Not sure of the variety as the tags are buried in a tomato jungle, but this particular tomato was about the size of a softball, very red and perfectly ripe. In thick slices it easily made two open-faced sandwiches, with some to spare.
It is good to have a garden.
I would have taken a photo, but I was hungry and my fingers were sticky.
No comments:
Post a Comment