You may recall that people LOVE to give things to Hick. He's a gift magnet. You never know what it will be. Hick always has a story about how he got it. Last week, Hick brought home a bag with four tomatoes.
"My buddy give me these. They're from his garden."
Hick set them on the counter. I went to look at them later when I was getting my supper. I planned to use one in a salad. Huh. They didn't look like home-grown tomatoes to me.
"Hey, these are Roma tomatoes."
"So?"
"I just don't know anybody who grows Roma tomatoes in their garden. They look like they came from the store."
"No. He grew them in his garden."
I suppose that was possible. They just looked too perfect to be home-grown. I cut one up for my salad. I was not impressed. I told Hick the next day.
"Those tomatoes had no flavor. They didn't taste like tomatoes out of a garden. More like the ones I buy at the store. Kind of waxy, without any taste."
"I don't know. He just said they were from his garden."
Tuesday evening, Hick came in with more tomatoes.
"A guy give these to me."
He set them on the counter, on top of a bag of onions. You know, because Hick can't be bothered to move anything around to make room. I looked at them later. They kind of looked like home-grown tomatoes. I put them in a recycled foil pan from Sister Schubert's Rolls.
As I was checking them for any blemishes, to see which one I should use first, I made a not-so-shocking discovery.
"Funny how these tomatoes that guy gave you have TAGS on the bottom! These are not home-grown."
"They might not be. The preacher-man at the apartments give 'em to me. He wanted to give me some zucchini, too, but I didn't want it. I think he got it from the food giveaway. The church gets stuff there, and then gives it to people."
"Well, it's good that it's not going to waste. I just never know what to believe when you come home with something."
I'll try one of these tomatoes tonight. At least I am prepared for it to be tasteless.
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