Recent wonderful discovery: a five-day-a-week farmstand pretty close by (and on the way to a regular destination). A nice couple stocks it from their garden a few miles away.
Mr. Pants ate a small bite of tomato on the promise of chocolate cake (reluctantly, but entirely without the gagging drama that normally accompanies such feats). Mr. Right and I enjoyed BLTs.
And Shmoogie delighted in the large, thin slice of tomato laid out on her plate, showing off all its glorious structure. "Ooooooh!" she said, "did you made it from snowflake?"