Saw this on line this morning, and had a good chuckle. It is just (barely) true enough to be funny. It also reminded me of one of the nicest things that happened to us on our recent trip.
As I mentioned in the trip report when we got back, the worst stop on our journey was at Roosevelt State Park in Mississippi. You can read about it HERE. On top of all the problems getting into our campsite, we were across the road from a huge extended family. They weren't unruly, but they were loud, and had one dog that preferred our campsite to theirs. They probably seemed worse than they were because we had already had a very bad day and were not in the best of moods.
About six o'clock, one of the women in the group crossed the road to our campsite and asked "Would y'all like some fresh tomatoes? Mama said we brought too many and she doesn't want them to go to waste."
We took a couple and thanked her for bringing them over. Later, we sliced one up to eat with our supper and OH MY LORD. It was ambrosia - in the original sense of food for the Gods.
I had completely forgotten how good a fresh-picked, vine ripened, home grown tomato could taste. It bears no resemblance to those tomato-looking things you can buy at the store. It's hard to believe that they are even related.
I made a trip across the road to thank her mama again, but that didn't seem like nearly enough.
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