Tomatoes

My tomatoes are miserable failures. Yes, I am talking to you, plants outside! You have given me no fruit. Last night, my friend Mark had a delightful bonfire party and before dark, his daughter showed me their tomato plants. She even shared a few bright yellow and red beauties that I proceeded to eat like apples, salt optional. As I bit into the explosive flavor, letting the juice run down my chin, I thought how nice it would be to exercise my cheese-making skills, pick basil from my yard, and have a nice caprese salad.

My garden had alternate plans. Instead of producing fruit, it decided to just smell nice and grow tall green vines to tease me. I now have to rely on the kindness of friends and neighbors to help my tomato habit. Next summer, I won't tolerate slackers! I want to bite into raw tomatoes in my yard, darn it!