To this day I cannot eat salsa, garden salad or marinara without pondering the storied existence of the hopeful tomato. My father was quite the storyteller when my sister and I were kids. This is one tale that I cannot shake. Just the mention of it makes my sister six years old again.
To hear my father tell this you’d think the tomato a sentient being, the only fruit with a face in the vegetable garden kingdom. Continue reading The Hopeful Tomato