You say tom-ay-to, I say tom-ah-to

However you like to say it, all I know is, we have a lot of 'em, and apparently, our daughter LOVES 'em.

I had this bag of tomatoes from our garden sitting on the fireplace with the intention of taking them to someone at church.

After dinner tonight, we were just chilling out in the family room, I was on the computer, and Ben was watching Andy Griffith. We look over at our daughter and this is what we see:

She had gotten one of the tomatoes out of the bag and was DEVOURING it whole.
mmmmm, juicy!


This was all that was left of the poor mater when she was done with it....
And this is the evidence of how good it was!

As I was uploading the pictures for this post, I was thinking, "I really should be doing the dinner dishes or cleaning something instead doing this post" but you know what? In 20 years, it's not going to matter that I did or didn't do the dishes, it's going to matter that I can look back on the fact that my one year old was relishing eating a tomato that was home-grown in our own backyard.

Isn't life SWEET??