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Thursday, February 7, 2013


    We bought a basket of tomatoes in Paris last July.  Because of their small, unique shape the French call these delicacies "Pigeon Hearts".  After we ate them a few of their seeds managed to follow us home and bury themselves in our garden.   Here's a picture our first "homegrown heart".
   It didn't last long.  While waiting for it to ripen perfectly our plumber ate it.
    Europe was much more than exotic tomatoes.  I will be writing about the second half of our trip next week.

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