I no sooner arrive at the farmer's market and I hear my friend, Rick, (the organic guy), say... "I have something for you."
Uh oh, I think to myself. What is Rick up to now? I look over at Vicki and she has a big grin on her face, so I'm sure he is up to no good.
So he digs around amongst his veggies and pulls out this tomato and tells me he immediately thought of me when he picked it!
As soon as I saw it I started to laugh. It looked like a tomato with a big nose. (Not too sure what Rick might have been thinking.)
So I wandered the market with Mollie, the pug, and on our way out, Vicki tucked it in my bag for safe keeping.
When you have a "special" tomato like that, you just don't cut into it and make a tomato sandwich. Oh no! This is a special tomato!
Apparently I must have a little too much time on my hands now that I am retired and it is quite obvious that it does not take much to amuse me.
Thanks Rick for thinking of me!
So... will you play ball with Mr. Tomato?