Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
I wonder what he’ll fetch on eBay?
I could spend a ton of time thinking up a cute name for this — Cyrano deTomato? But what’s the point. It is what it is, a tomato with a nose.
One of these days, I’ll do a photo essay on all the goofy and wonderful things patients have given me over the years. This tomato ranks right up there.
In residency, I had a patient who brought me the most godawful ties. You wouldn’t even hang one of these on a dorm room doorknob, they were that fugly. Back then, another patient gave me what I call my “animal tie,” which is still my favorite tie.
And then there are the woodcarvings, countless blue frogs, wallet-sized school pix from my pediatric patients, and artwork so ugly we hide it above the audiology booth.
Around these parts, folks bring in jars of smoked salmon and fresh crabs, when they’re in season. That’s always a treat. No one has written me into their will yet, but I keep hoping, greedy bastard that I am.
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Sigh – what does it say about me that I see a tomato with a penis, and YOU only see a tomato with a nose?
mm sees a tomato with a penis, you see a tomato with a nose, I see lunch. 🙂
Eew, Maureen. And he’s uncut, too.
Noxcat, throw in some bacon, lettuce, mayo, and bread, and I’m there for you.
That’s cute. I’d almost be sad to eat him.
Almost.
There’s just something wonderful about fresh tomatoes. They must be eaten, whether they have noses, penises, or [k]not.
Our neighbors have been giving us tomatoes left and right. Some of them went bad, and I was sad.
It is not good to be sad. It sometimes makes me mad.
That’s all I have to add. 😛
I don’t do bacon – too much fat, not enough protein. 🙂
I’m thinking turkey and avocado and tomato. (And of course, mayo and cheese and onions and olives.)
I can see the penis…if I turn my head. Of course, Tomato 69 sounds like a sandwich for the pervy…hmm…
Wonder if that would work in a cookbook or as a chapter heading for a novel?