Always one to squeeze every last benefit out of a summer’s worth of gardening, I just picked the last of the tomatoes, still green on the vine.
As I stood at the stove, frying the few that didn’t ripen, Rod watched me in silence for a moment.
Then he said, “I cannot be the only man in the universe who gets an unsettled feeling any time the woman in his life makes fried green tomatoes.”
Have a good weekend,
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