If you don't know me by now . . .

. . . you will never never never know me.

This was a Music Monday song a few weeks back, but it also describes the thought that went through my mind this afternoon when my husband was telling me about the plants he bought for his vegetable garden. 

G told me yesterday he was going to buy tomatoes, peppers, and cucumbers.  That sounded good to me.  So today he told me that, just for me, he bought a cherry tomato plant.

I don't like cherry tomatoes.  I like grape tomatoes.

Grape tomatoes resemble miniature Roma tomatoes.  They're slightly oval and they tend to have more flesh and less of the seedy yellow slime.  Cherry tomatoes are loaded with seedy yellow slime.  : /  Can you tell that I'm not a big fan of the seedy yellow slime?

I can't remember the last time I bought cherry tomatoes.  If I make a pasta salad or a caprese salad with ciliegine, tomatoes, and basil, I always use grape tomatoes.  I don't know why G thought that cherry tomatoes were a good choice.

Having gotten that little rant out of the way, I'm sure the cherry tomatoes will be fine -- they'll probably grow like crazy and we'll have a ton.  I sure hope that G likes them.