when I was a kid, my grandpa grew countless fruits and vegetables. his favorite were his home-grown tomatoes. i hated tomatoes. although, i'm not sure how i knew this, since i refused to even try one. looking back, I'm sure it drove him crazy to hear me say that. but he would just smile, shake his head, and pop another tomato in his mouth.
he was so good at waiting patiently. waiting for us to learn our own lessons, to realize that indeed, he had been right all along. nothing made him happier than seeing his family succeed, and nothing made me happier than seeing him "glow" for me.
but I digress, i'm just talking about a tomato here.
he always told me that i just HAD to have a home-grown tomato, that the reason that i didn't like them was because the store bought ones are worthless.
do I need to say it?
he was, indeed, right all along.
this little jem joined some goat cheese and a baguette. so delicious.
how i wish that i could take a basket to him these days, just to see him glow.
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