The Tomato Patch Incident
I started eating warm cherry tomatoes straight from
our
garden when I was just two. One day I wandered into
the row next to the tomatoes and started to graze. The problem was these were not tomatoes, they were hot cherry peppers. My parents heard the scream first, and came running only to find me rubbing my eyes and stomping my feet. I pointed accusingly at the pepper plant and said "Yucky! Not tamaters Mommy". I honestly can't say I recollect that incident. It's my parents that have
told me the story often enough that it comes to mind each year when I get my first taste of, summer's, sun ripened tomatoes.
