![]() No, a quick wash under the tap and into her mouth it went, still warm from the greenhouse and enjoyed in all its’ “ can’t get any fresher than this” glory.Īnd there in, I believe, lies another example to how our way of thinking has altered and, in doing so, the way our girls think has changed. ![]() No displaying the curiosity for days to come. “That’s one each,” she said walking back to the house, where she and Middle Mudlet washed and ate their tomato. “Can I pick the others?” she asked and proceeded to carefully remove the other three, ripe tomatoes. Beaming she held the precious fruit in her hand. Carefully supporting the truss stalk, she reached up and gave the tomato a little twist, followed by a gentle but firm tug and it came away. So, as was the case with the four year old Middle Mudlet, her younger sister has been impatiently waiting for her tomato to turn red and, finally, on Monday, ‘D’ day arrived. I had been expecting all out war over ownership and had been quite prepared to act as Solomon and divide the fruit between the two of them. “It’s Little Mudlets turn for the odd tomato because I had the last one.” This years tomato had a very distinctive ‘Heart’ shape to it (which isn’t clearly shown in this picture) and, as such, was not Middle Mudlets’ cup of tea at all which probably made her declaration that …. Mind you this years odd shape wasn’t anywhere near as dramatic and, to be honest, it probably wouldn’t have been commented on by anyone other than Little Mudlet because she is a girly girl. Up until this year, she had never asked to see the pictures but the memory of that tomato was obviously still firmly in her head because when it became apparent that we had another odd shaped tomato forming, she told Little Mudlet all about Tommy and asked if we had any pictures. I can’t exactly remember how we persuaded her to eat the tomato in the end, but it was eventually enjoyed with great relish after copious photographs were taken, so that she could look at them whenever she wanted to. Somehow I had to persuade Middle Mudlet that eating the tomato was the only thing to do because the alternative was to see it shrivel up into a horrible, squelchy and potentially moldy mess. Tommy, it transpired, was not for eating! ![]() “Not going to eat it,” she declared and carefully took it back to the house where it spent the next day or so sitting in an egg cup so that the full glory or ‘Tommy the tomato’ could be appreciated and admired by all. ![]() “i’ll need to give it a quick wash before you eat it,” I explained. The development of this tomato was followed with interest by Middle Mudlet and when it was ready for picking she hopped from foot to foot in barely contained impatience, until, at last, she was able to hold it in her hand. This particular tomato had somehow managed to get itself trapped underneath a leaf stalk in its’ infancy and the force of trying to swell up and around the stalk, had caused the most amazing shape to emerge. To be honest we haven’t had too many odd shaped tomatoes over the years but we did have a humdinger back in 2008, ownership of which was claimed by the then 4 year old Middle Mudlet. Throw in an odd shaped fruit and the excitment goes up a notch. Tomatoes rarely go to waste in our house, be they homegrown or shop bought. They love tomatoes and will happily snack on a handful of the cherry sized ones or munch a salad variety, as if they were grapes or an apple. Middle Mudlets pride and joy There is always great excitement amongst the Mudlets when the tomatoes in the greenhouse start to redden.
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