Last evening, Charles brought in another sackful of tomatoes. (*moan*) This time he told Son4 to get the camera and everyone to gather 'round, because he had something to show us. We all stood poised to be wowed...and were not disappointed. It was the tomato from you-know-where, and the reveal elicited the desired gasps and exclamations.
Devilish little thing, isn't it. Intriguing as it is, rather than leaving us all with that image emblazoned upon our minds, I've fixed it. It's a Purrley Tomato:
Devilish little thing, isn't it. Intriguing as it is, rather than leaving us all with that image emblazoned upon our minds, I've fixed it. It's a Purrley Tomato:
| And every priest standeth daily ministering and offering oftentimes the same sacrifices, which can never take away sins: but this man [Jesus], after he had offered one sacrifice for sins for ever, sat down on the right hand of God; from henceforth expecting till his enemies be made his footstool. For by one offering he hath perfected for ever them that are sanctified. Hebrews 10:11-14 |
3 comments:
How odd! I definitely prefer the Purrley look!
should make a very interesting BLT!!!
we grew some 'maters too - and I've been having them
with every meal - yum - can't believe how good the real fruit is - after years of cardboard imitations from the supermarket.
Willow, you sound like Charles. He calls store-bought tomatoes cardboard tomatoes. It's a fair description.
I love it that you've been eating homegrown, yourself. I made about 3½ quarts of salsa today and was not very impressed with it, other than the shout-out of cilantro, which I love. Mayhap I should find and use a recipe. You reckon?...duh? Ü
Still ruminating on our good phone conversation and shared links.
Kath, that's a Purrle which wouldn't make you sneeze. Ü
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