My Favorite Tomato From My Favorite Five Year Old
Our five-year-old grandson had a playground mishap and sprained his ankle. Naturally, I needed to see the bright green cast and sign it, as well as offer lots of sympathy. He is a generous lad and wanted to give me something. He crawled over to the garden box where the tomatoes were flourishing. He picked one, not quite ripe, but was pleased with his gift to Grandma.
Ripe Tomato, Nearly...