“The day Emos’s tomato started growing his anger was palpable, no, tasteable. It welled up acidic and tangy-sweet into his mouth where he savored it for the afternoon.”
Anyone who knows me at all is probably well aware of my love for the world’s most perfect fruit… the tomato. One of my passions in life is growing hard-to-come-by varieties from seed. My wife collectively calls them “the mistress.” Hopefully this doesn’t raise the dork level of this site too high.
Corel Painter 2.5 hours