If you know me personally, you know I'm obsessed with tomatos. Jeremy calls me the tomato vampire. I love the juice- not the meat. So much so that I recently discovered first hand the trauma that is caused to ones digestive track if you drink the juice from--oh, let's say--40ish tomatoes in one sitting.
But I digress.
This summer I finally (lived in a house that) had a garden! We (and by we I mean my mom) grew a few green pepper plants, a jalapeno plant, two cherry tomato plants, one heirloom tomato plant and another tomato plant that is somewhere in between cherry and heirloom.
Sam and I have made it part of our afternoon routine to go outside and pick tomatoes. She discovered quickly that she, too, loooooves cherry tomatoes. for a while she didn't like the big ones, quickly tossing them into the bucket.
Until she discovered the heavenly filled juicy center.
That's my girl!