Jeff and Jan grow tomatoes, all varieties of tomatoes, so I have been eating tomatoes, real ones, not the little, tasteless rocks from the store, but real ones with taste, color and texture.
(Oh, dear. Has Sarah Palin ruined the word "real" for each of us? I thought I was real. I like the word real, which leads to reel and all sorts of lovely springing ins and outs and fantasies.)
Anyway, each tomato is a fine wine, each with its own aroma, taste, battering and flattering of the tongue, and lingering aftertaste. I have a plate of them right here sitting next to me. I would love to paint them. None are just round or pear-shaped. They have character, color, reds, yellows, greens that are ripe, speckles like eggs. I am delight!!
Tomato Heaven is mine!!