. . . with tomatoes.
(You thought this was going to be juicy, didn’t you?)
I used to love tomatoes. I really, really did. One of my favorite things to eat in the summertime is a tomato and lettuce sandwich on toasted bread and smothered with mustard. I’m a pretty simple girl.
My husband was sweet enough to plant tomato plants for me. What a treat to walk into my backyard, pluck a big, red, juicy tomato from the vine, slice it up and make my scrumptious sandwiches. Now that is what I call fast food!
It is important to note that I am the only person in our family of four that likes tomatoes. The kids won’t eat them and Chad does not enjoy them.
My husband often tells people that his life motto is “happy wife, happy life”. I can only assume that this was his motivation for planting nine tomato plants. Yes, Nine. I imagine he must have thought to himself if one tomato plant would make her happy. . . nine will certainly make her downright blissful.
I love my husband. Seriously, absolutely adore him.
This is now the scene in our backyard.
|I wonder what’s living in there.|
. . . I wonder if that was his plan from the beginning. . .