I don’t know if I should share this, so if I offend anyone I apologize, but it was so funny that I thought I just can’t not write about it.
Besides, it’s just another day in the home of 365.
My husband opened the fridge this morning to get milk for his cereal and saw the tomatoes I’d made yesterday.
“Ooohh, the tomatoes!! I’m having those for lunch today!”
Hmmmmm. He and I only shared the one that I used in the final picture for yesterday’s post, so there should be three left unless he stole one in the middle of the night which wouldn’t at all surprise me.
“There are THREE of them left! You’re going to have all of them?! No! I’d like to have one, too.”
Giving me that sly little look and with a half smile he says, “Well, maybe I’d be willing to make a trade for one tomato.”
Oh yeah, here we go, you know what he’s thinking…
“What, you want sex for a tomato? Yeah. Ok. No.”
He laughs and then says, “Hey, that should be the name of your blog! Sex for Tomatoes. You know how many hits you’d get when someone types in the word in ‘sex’ in Google?”
Yeah, I like the name, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m about one month shy of being halfway through this. I am not changing it now. And besides, I don’t think people searching the word sex would be interested in a food blog. So, just think of the blog as:
Sex for Tomatoes
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