You Say Beefsteak, I Say Breakfast

Last month, Mitch decided he wanted BLTs for supper so during that week's grocery shopping trip he picked up a few tomatoes.

While eating dinner with his parents a few days later, Mitch asked them what the difference was between breakfast tomatoes and regular tomatoes. My in-laws said they had never heard of breakfast tomatoes and my mother-in-law suggested that perhaps the tomatoes my dear husband had bought were not "breakfast" but "beefsteak." Mitch responded with an emphatic, "No, they're called breakfast tomatoes."

That evening when we got home, I took a peek in the fridge:

Mitch has not yet heard the end of this one. In fact, his dad left a great comment just last week on the post about my sister's vegetables.


It's great to have things to tease my husband about.