So I’m walking through the store and these tomatoes catch my eye.  Ugly Ripe Tomatoes are touted as having “just-picked” flavour out of season.   Nothing compares to the taste of a just-picked tomato so I had to try it.  I shelled out $3.40 for two tomatoes (!) to make a salad.  It has Ugly on the label so as not to confuse it with the Supermodel Tomato (which, sadly, has anger issues.)

Did you say something? Wha?? I’m sorry, my eardrums are perforated as I took the little munchkin and her best friend to a movie featuring some new singer, Hannah Montana or something. Perhaps you’ve heard of her. I had the foresight to bring my iPod headphones and shove them deep enough in my ears to touch my brain, but it wasn’t enough to prevent that ringing in my ears from the thousands of decibels of screaming preteen girls.

The kids are up, bleary eyed and hair askew. The clock is ticking and the school morning rush is kicking in. A mother’s thoughts go to that age old question…how do you get the kids to eat a healthy breakfast? Even the ancient Egyptians were saying, “Tut! Eat your figs. Don’t you want to grow up strong like the Sphinx? EAT!”