I Don’t Like Tomatoes.

Tomato faith makes my mouth water. Like Pavlov's dog. Ring a bell, dog slobbers up because food is always next.

Some of the larger tomato plants have flower buds. What's next? Oh please. Have mercy. Flower buds ding the tomato bell for me.

Every occasionally (like someone I used to know would say) ... Every occasionally I meet a person who says "I don't like tomatoes."There it is. You know me. Ding ding, the tomato bell is ringing. Get yourself a REAL tomato, from a real tomato plant. It's like Keeblers versus Grandma. Its like hotdogs versus sirloin. It's a lawn sprinkler versus a cumulo nimbus thunder head. The grocery store tomato is a plastic banana. Ya almost can't even call it a tomato if you close your eyes to eat it. Aw you're messing with me. That was a sugarless Gummy Bear.

Ding ding, slobber up dog, but only if you've met a real tomato, on real cornbread, with real mayo, salted down with Montreal Steak seasoning. I'm a member of the Tomato Therapists of America Association and T-harmony will fix you up.

Also, biofungicide to keep them clean. Calcium enriched and double nitrogen fertilizer to keep them growing. Heavy duty cages to keep them off the ground.