Hey, Tomatoe Boy..

A colleague, whose anglo-saxon fair skin did not cope well with a post-prandial snooze in the Italian mid-day sun, recounted to me the tale of the locals thereafter christening him 'Tomatoe Boy'. It still springs to mind to make me smile when I prepare tomatoes - tonight for dinner along with pasta and mushrooms.

Not from the garden today - this was an 'every little helps' purchase.