It's a good thing too, considering the rate at which Gwendolyn is gobbling them up these days. Big ones sliced into chunks, or small ones halved so she can bite them more easily: it doesn't matter, as long as they're sweet and juicy. And to think she wouldn't touch them just a few weeks ago.
It has become a daily ritual for G. to sit at the counter with Daddy or Mama and share in a wee tomato feast. Our farm friends in Cawston grow 150 (!) varieties, which means we've enjoyed many different kinds while they've been in season.
So far -- fingers crossed -- we've not had a bad diaper rash due to their acidity...
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