Once again, whether it’s my superior planting skills, olympic seeds or just all around good karma, I’ve blasted out in front of Loni’s slow—but very tall!—tomato plants.
This is good news, as I’ve been anxiously awaiting their arrival, for they make a perfect topping for chicken dishes. It requires lots of ice water, chilled wine, or good old Diet Coke though to cool the heat, although I’ve been told milk is best.
I know fame is fleeting. So I will savor this special moment for now because it’s all I’ve got against Loni’s arsenal.
