My sprouted tomato got quite a bit of attention on Facebook. No one had ever seen anything like it before. Me, too.
The first day, it was a mystery.
The second day, more sprouts showed up on the outside of the tomato.
The third day, the sprouts showed signs of decay.
The fourth day, the whole tomato began to rot.
I considered my options. The sprouts were terribly fragile. There was no way I could have planted the whole tomato, and planting just the sprouts would have been horribly labor-intensive with no promise of success. I would have to purchase peat pots, soil, and watch the sprouts daily. Been there and done that before. Knew it wouldn't be successful.
My housekeeper came on the fifth day. She and I both took pictures of the tomato, and then...in a moment of clarity...pitched what I had come to name Audrey III in the trash.
One of my FB friends looked up the phenomenon. It's called vivipary, caused by a number of conditions. It is all edible, but I wasn't ready to put Audrey on a BLT sandwich.
Thus endeth the saga of an overripe tomato. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. God bless the name of the Lord.
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