Bob Tomato Veggietales Novels & Stories

Richard laughs at the punch thrown by Vishal and he walks into the kitchen. I could see that he was worried. His chocolate face never hides his moods. I follow him into the kitchen to see a salad cream, cabbage, carrots, and red fresh tomatoes, and grounded pepper, with an uncooked chicken. I already know what I could do with all these items. "Can I help?" I asked him. "Yeah sure." He replies to me looking into my eyes. Vishal turned on the TV and abnormally increased the volume of the music channel. Richard laughs after peeping at Vishal, as he dances, he grabs a tomato that I had just carried too and we both look at ourselves.

"You don't like talking. Are you shy?" "No. Just different." "Oh, I'm Caleb, I like to paint. What do you like?" "Flowers. Plants. Vegetables." "Vegetables are disgusting, especially broccoli, my mama makes me eat them." "You are disgusting if you don't like broccoli." "What's your name?" "I don't tell people that hate plants my name." "I'll call you broccoli then." Caleb (10) to Ally (9).

The Beretta he’d acquired two weeks ago sat snug against the small of his back, hidden beneath a linen shirt the color of wet sand. Roberta’s stall was wedged between a fishmonger who sang Neapolitan love songs to his octopus and an old woman selling rosemary bundles tied with red thread. Roberta herself was sunlight made flesh: blonde hair escaping a careless knot, apron streaked with tomato seeds, forearms dusted with flour from the focaccia she baked in the back. When she saw Vito, her smile cracked the day open. “Buongiorno, canadese,” she called, wiping her hands on a rag. “You’re late. The good tomatoes are almost gone.”

Not a terrible outcome either way. “Okay, here is the deal,” Vera said. “I want the carrots, onions, and your seeds. If those seeds are promising, you get stock first. The pricing will be the following. I am giving you potatoes at two thousand per bag and pumpkins at three thousand per bag. You will send Anna how much you can actually store for a week. Each week, I will come, collect the money, and give you more stock. I also have peppers, rice, grain, rice flour, and regular flour. Those will be ten thousand per bag. One bag can last a month for a family. The ground flour will be twenty thousand.” Caleb and Dan were both staring at her now, but Vera lifted one finger because she was not don

Silver was turning out to be an incredible landlord, and Rebel in the kitchen over at Satan’s was totally cool with Zoe’s vegetarianism, and was expanding his cooking repertoire by bringing her lunch every day at work. Bad-ass Rebel had admitted to her up-front that – not shockingly – he was a meat-man, a carnivore through and through, but for Zoe, he’d scour the internet for veggie recipes. The man had come through too, and in spectacular fashion: just the day before, Viking had asked Rebel if he had any extra portions of Zoe’s zucchini-and-cheese pasta bake. Rebel had raised his eyebrows, brought his MC brother the vegetarian meal instead of the burgers that he’d made for Saint and Arrow.

"Please say yes! Pretty please?" "Okay, let's do it!" Marybeth agreed, even though she knew the dinner invitation was really for Orlando and Austin. Mrs Allan had made her feelings about her crystal clear this morning. "Yes! I'm so happy!" Orlando cheered, unable to contain her joy as she ushered them to their seats. Before Mrs Allan could say grace, Austin texted Andrei's men, updating them on their dinner plans. The bobotie—a local firm favourite, made with curried mince, dried fruit and a thin egg-based topping—didn't just smell great, it tasted divine.

Smith hurriedly raised his hand. A green light suddenly glowed brightly from his palm. The next second, the plants surrounding the mountainside began growing rapidly. Vines spread across the ground. Tiny sprouts burst through cracks. Fresh vegetables bloomed almost instantly from the soil nearby. Tomatoes. Cabbages. Carrots. Even peppers. "There are fresh vegetables here," Mr. Smith explained quickly. "I can grow food." His voice carried both nervousness and hope. "How about this? Can I trade some fresh vegetables for canned food or other supplies?" he asked carefully.

Zee had requested veggie meals every lunchtime from Rebel over at the kitchen in Satan’s Bar, and Viking had been surprised at how amazing everything looked and smelled and anyway, it couldn’t possibly hurt him to eat a few more green things and cut back on the heart-strangling red meat. So just like that and before he knew it, he was poring over vegetarian recipes online and giving them to Rebel to try out, then proudly telling Zee stuff like, “I know you love eggplant, doll face, so that’s what I requested for our lunch today!”. Like, who even was he anymore?

The food had a lot of spice and the smells were upsetting her stomach. “Here, you will like this,” Violetta said as she offered a bowl to Izzy. Izzy took it with a smile and took a spoonful of fluffy white vegetables. It looked like mashed potatoes, but it smelled like roasted marshmallows. “That’s called rienut, we sweeten it before we roast it,” Beatrice said, nodding in agreement. “I’ve never heard of rienut before,” Izzy said truthfully. “You wouldn’t. It’s only grown here,” Marchessa said with a snarl.

But there’s nothing he can do, but check up on her thru video chatting and messages. As he starts to cook dinner, he decides to try cooking a vegan dish using sweet potatoes. Since his mom had brought him a lot of sweet potatoes and black beans and didn’t want it to go to waste. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know any recipes with these ingredients since his mom forgot to teach him one of her special vegan dishes.