Well, one tomato.

One tiny tomato.

But still.

I am not much of a gardener; I think I've said that before. But I've always wanted to be one, and had this secret desire to grow my own food. So, a couple of months ago, I bought a couple of cherry tomato plants and plonked them down in what seemed like a sunny spot.

I bought two, because I liked my chances of me not killing both of them - that way, at least one would survive and make tomatoes. Then later, I added a Roma tomato plant, and today, a beefsteak tomato plant.

Today, I was weeding around them and thought, "Hey, what's that red stuff?" That red stuff, my friends (to quote Daddy McCain) is a teeny, tiny, little cherry tomato!

Huzzah!

Now, some of you who are better gardeners might have already noticed a flaw in my plan: namely that if all of my tomato plants take, I'm going to have WAY more tomatoes than I could possibly eat.

...

But who cares?!

I made a tomato. Go me.