At the Dinner Table

18 Apr 2009 /

My son looks at his plate . . .

“What’s up with these little tomatoes?” he asks.

“They’re cherry tomatoes,” I tell him.

“I don’t like cherries,” he says.

“They’re not cherries. They’re tomatoes.”

“The flavor is different than regular tomatoes.”

“They’re concentrated. They pack the maximum flavor per square inch. Or since we’re talking about volume, I guess I should say the maximum flavor per cubic centimeter. That’s why Mom bought them.”

“Actually,” his mom says, “I bought them because they were on sale.”

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