Unscramble Tomato Novels & Stories

Eating raw tomatoes was not Angela’s thing but these tomatoes looked tasty. “Grungy!” Tahoma cried out, walking towards the robust elf named Grungy. Grungy belched loudly, using his hand to hit his stomach. The stomach made a loud noise. That caused him to pass out some gas. “Eww,” they said covering their noses from the awful smell coming out of the elf. “Tahoma is that you? All I can see is red.” “You have been eating too many tomatoes.” “You came back early.” Grungy turned to the unknown people beside him, looking at them carefully. They were taller and bigger than them. They had to be humans. “Who are they?” Grungy said, spitting out some tomato seeds.

Tommy shouted at him angrily. “If that's what you want, we do it now! Over here!" Challenge Anthony, make it all better now before Tommy, who is like a rotten disease, slowly eats him in the future. But Tommy did not accept Anthony's challenge, he changed his mind. “No-no... You misunderstood. If that's what I wanted, I would have done it a long time ago or right away when you betrayed Nicole that day.” He took a lesson from Nicole's case. Disturbing Anthony only digs his own grave while Anthony always manages to survive, free with a magical way out.

I just couldn't help it sometimes because of everything I had gone through with her. I decided that I would make him dinner to apologize. I wasn’t the world’s greatest cook, so I brought in help. It turned out that Teddy, in addition to being a world-class hacker, was a gourmet cook too. I didn't know how he found the time, honestly. But I sure was grateful for the help. "Now the thing you want to do with tomatoes is to make sure you use salt," Teddy said, and he sliced one for the salad. "It brings out their flavor. Not too much, just enough to season it."

Without Stacy telling him, he would mix the tomatoes and the noodles. 00"I think it's possible to cook tomatoes and noodles together." That saves trouble, it's too much trouble. You have to scramble the tomatoes and eggs before mixing them into the noodles. 00Stacy propped his chin and did not refute him, but said, "Then I will do it for you next time."

"Here, dear, this might help with your hangover. A little sourness to counter the bitterness." Nysaa reluctantly took the glass, the acidic scent of lemon making her wince. She sipped cautiously, the sharp tang sending a shiver down her spine. "Ugh, that's harsh," she grimaced. Dr. Ruiz chuckled softly. "It'll do you good. Eat some breakfast, and you'll start feeling better in no time."

As I keep looking, I hear Rebecca's voice. "Drifter," Rebecca yells. "Drifter! I find something!" Rebecca holds something up. Whatever it is, it looks brown and rotting. "What the hell is that?" "It's a tomato," Rebecca answers. "An old, rotting tomato." "Yum," I say. "Sound delicious." Even from all the way up here, I can still see Rebecca smirk. She shows me the tomato again but squeezes it in her hand. The ancient tomato explodes with juice falling all over.

"Not today. I'm about to give them something that changes everything." I left Caleb and went straight to my private pantry. Locked inside, I opened the wooden crate containing my first harvest from the upgraded Sovereign Space: the Crimson Blaze Tomatoes. The moment I opened the lid, a wave of actual warmth hit my face. These weren't normal tomatoes. They looked like glowing, red-hot coals, pulsing with a faint light. I chopped them up and threw them into a pot. Within seconds, they melted into a thick, spicy, blood-red soup that practically boiled itself.

she argues putting her hands on her little hips. "It is not," I reply. "Tomatoes are fruits." "They are not. They go in salad. And spaghetti. You don't put apples or bananas in spaghetti." "But I put raisins in my salad." Ashley grimaces. "Ew! Why would you do that?" "Because it tastes good." She crinkles her nose and shakes her head, making me smile. "So do you want to hear the punchline or not?" "Yes." "The tomato was blushing because he saw the salad dressing. Get it?" The salad was dressing?"

She always eats little and looks a little bit anemic, so I decided to secretly mix tomatoes thinking it would help her health. When I was preparing a meatball, I put a small piece of tomato inside and cover the tomato smell with some delicious meat sauce. It looked perfect on the outside that no one will suspect a thing. I was so proud and called Haze to let her know dinner is ready. I confidently presented pasta with meatballs before her when she sat. I anxiously watched her eat the first bite, at first, everything was okay, but suddenly Haze threw out the food she was eating and then found the tomato piece inside it.

I lick my lips hungrily at a row of a dozen or more delicious looking whole plump red tomatoes stuffed in glass jars. Removing a jar of the tomatoes from the shelf, I rotate it around inspecting its contents. On top of the metal and wax sealed lid is a small piece of torn paper used as a label adhered with a dab of blood-red wax. Written in elegant cursive, the label contains the following information: "Whole Brandywine Tomatoes, - 84"