If having a photo shoot with tomatoes from my community garden plot is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
My Happy Cat babies are maturing in strange and wonderful ways. I brought a couple especially big and funky ones down the shore over the weekend and my mother found them confusing. She doesn't really get the whole "heirloom" thing.
She picked up one fruit in particular and remarked, "This one is extra strange."
"That's a donut peach," I replied.
More glamour shots, after the jump.