What It's Come To

See those? Those are my cherry tomatoes. They're about the size of Sevruga caviar pearls — meh, maybe a tad bigger. Even the larger, so-called slicing varieties (Black Prince, in particular) are coming in at way under size, about like a big marble.
Ah, well. No complaints. They made a pretty cute Salade Niçoise for lunch. I ended up saving the ahi poke from the restaurant the other day, and gently poached it in olive oil. Then, Marin Sun Farm eggs, lettuce from the patio, and all the usual ingredients. Dang, it was local!
(Do I seem to go on and ON about tomatoes? Uh-huh.)
Oh, did anyone notice how the president likes to button his shirt? The other day when he speechified from New Orleans, he apparently failed to line up the proper buttons with the proper buttonholes. Look at his collar. What a kindergartener.