71/366: the penultimate tomato

It was with some sadness I picked the last two tomatoes from the vine. Not a great crop this year, I relished eating the second-last tomato sliced onto half a wholemeal toasted muffin with some tasty cheese and baby spinach leaves.

Kindly, I left the final tomato for my husband, as some consolation for his plant still having produced no tomatoes whatsoever. In the end he decided that I may as well eat that last tomato as well, so I did.

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