Jman sneaks a cherry tomato from the tray as I am cutting them for the salad and pops it in his mouth.
Two seconds later, he opens the drawer under the sink and spits it into the garbage.
“Blech. Blech. Blech.”
“Something wrong Jo?”
“Tastes like an old snail’s smelly fart!”
“Blech indeed.”
So what was wrong with the tomato? Surely, he has tasted tomatoes before?
It was probably a bit fusty Mum. A bit off.