This weekend I discovered the cutest older couple selling garden tomatoes on the sidewalk outside their thrift store.
My grandfather passed away earlier this summer. I spent a lot of time with him outside, in the backyard, weeding and helping him care for his tomatoes.
I kept loading the bag with more and more fruit. Before I knew it, I’d bought four pounds.
“You want peaches?” the little old man asked me, gesturing to another plastic lawn chair where there was a huge crate.
“Oh, no thank you!” I said. “I just need the tomatoes.”
I handed him some money.
“Okay, I give you these too!” he said, as he put three more tomatoes in the bag. I tried to protest because, well I already had four pounds, but he turned them over to show me their bruises and tiny holes.
“See, I give them to you!” he exclaimed. “For soup! For soup!”
All of the tomatoes made a really excellent sauce.