The Berkeley Tie Dye Tomato. I love California. And tomatoes from the garden might make me love summer.
It was hot this weekend, so a perfect excuse for more baseball and Olympics, with an afternoon movie (Beasts of the Southern Wild….I…have…no…words.) Alex and I escaped for some school shopping, and we were highly efficient and successful. Bins and mattress pads and hangars and XL twin sheets, and jeans and sweaters and an orange purse (that one was a surprise, even to me). There was more, but you get the idea.
Oh, and I ate tomatoes. Lots of tomatoes, with my 4 oz. portion of grilled chicken breast. It’s a feast, I tell you, a feast.