Oh- now that is a tomato. Purple Cherokee, you are the one for me. You must be seen to be believed- the ultimate in tomato- ness, (tomato- osity) and maybe even in summer- ness. Your flavor is perfect- a little salty with the sweet, and your texture is oh- so- smooth. Look at that color- it is nearly pornographic. I have to stop before I get too terribly carried away. Goodness me...
I have been singing 'Paradise City' all morning. It may just be because I am getting ready to leave for California tomorrow, where the air is sweet with wild fennel and there is no humidity. Take. Me. Home- yeah, yeah.
Ahhh... the dry air usually comes second to my love for the south in the summer. But, I gotta say, it just may bring my new rock and roll hairstyle closer to the side of Pat Benatar, and a little farther away from Whitesnake. Enter mad guitar. Yeah.
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