Yesterday I opened the front door to find a fresh green tomato.
Today I took my cue from the once famous Tennis Ball Manufacturer, who, when accidentally shipped potatoes instead of rubber, proclaimed “Fuck it, fry them up!”.
Unfortunately, my Fried Green Tomatoes operation did not fair as well as Mr. Pringle’s. In fact it was a qualified disaster. The qualification being that once I lopped off the lumpy cornmeal, I still had a reasonably tasty half cooked tomato to munch on.
The okra operation went pear-shaped too, but I had some leftovers from last night to eat. It turns out to be fortuitous that the toll booth operator let me pass for free instead of taking the "lobster dinner" I offered. She had the doggie bag in the booth before guiltily handing it back to me after making eye contact with the tollbooth operator on my passenger side.
I got a few phone calls yesterday regarding a trailer for certain Television Show airing on Monday June 12, 10pm. Yes, that’s the one.
CREDITS:
The Tomato in today’s entry was provide by Off the Vine, a vegetable Delivery service I have subscribed to.
The Pringles joke was provided by the late Mitch Hedburg.
Information on the show can be found here.
