Nooo... Think of all the people who got to enjoy looking at it after you took your photo! Then again, I guess you could always have bought it and then charged a fee for people to take photos with it... cha-ching!
Ah, true! I actually got there a few minutes before the farmer's market closed, so there probably weren't any phallic tomato admirers after me. The poor tomato had to go home and cry itself to sleep. :(
I think his brother came to rot in my kitchen last summer...(too afraid to eat him) (http://s10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/ehy2k/?action=view¤t=eggplant-face.jpg)
When I was a kid in the wilds of upstate NH, my parents ran a tomato stand out of our garage every summer to help pay for school clothes, and it was my job to keep an eye out for customers. We used to get a LOT of those tomatoes, and they always went into what we called "canners"--the not so pretty ones that were bought in bulk for, well, canning. I didn't think this was fair, so I arranged a whole bunch of them on the stand one day w/a small sign saying "Buy me, please! I'm lonely!"
My mom didn't realize what I'd done until one of her customers couldn't stop laughing, and then she remembered that a couple of others had been chuckling away to themselves as well...ah, the innocence of childhood. (No, I didn't really get in trouble for it, although I don't remember exactly what my mom said about it...)
How I wish I'd had a digital camera some years ago the time I ran across my friend at the Somerville community gardens near Davis and she gave me a cucumber she had just picked that was ... shaped just right.
Don't you think this hilarious rap song (http://music.metafilter.com/2380/Punch-Em-In-The-Dick-NSFW-lyrics) would be perfectly appropriate to listen to while contemplating phallic produce?
You might also be interested to read about a somewhat-related phenomenon called ice spikes (http://www.its.caltech.edu/~atomic/snowcrystals/icespikes/icespikes.htm)
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I hope it got bought...
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My mom didn't realize what I'd done until one of her customers couldn't stop laughing, and then she remembered that a couple of others had been chuckling away to themselves as well...ah, the innocence of childhood. (No, I didn't really get in trouble for it, although I don't remember exactly what my mom said about it...)
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You might also be interested to read about a somewhat-related phenomenon called ice spikes (http://www.its.caltech.edu/~atomic/snowcrystals/icespikes/icespikes.htm)
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