vegetables: a love story

Oh yeah: the Wendling dropped off a bag of groceries on, if I remember correctly, Tuesday. It was mostly the salad veggies that I told him I was low on.

A little background: I love tomatoes, but my son hates them when raw, so they're never in the salads that I make for him. That means I usually don't have them in the house at all, because at least until my son's most recent schedule turmoil I was nearly always buying salad makings for both of us.

So I was surprised and delighted to find three tomatoes included in the bag that he brought for me. I don't know if they were his idea or Ex's, but still, I recognized them for the symbols of love that they were. I have, of course, eaten them.