Unscramble Tomato Novels & Stories

I needed to hear what they were saying. "…. I’m sorry, I wanted to make this recipe, but our cream is different than yours." I knew that clerk, I think his name is Tom. Tom looked at Eve’s phone, where she was showing him the recipe. "That looks delicious." "It’s called a tompouce." Tom smiled, and then he looked Eve up and down. What the hell was he doing? Didn’t he know who she was? He didn’t stand a chance with her. Besides, he was at least ten years younger than her, maybe more.

Jean thinks for a moment, “I think there is some left over fowl from earlier in the cold storage.” “That would be perfect.” I said while grabbing a few of her freshly baked pitas, leafy greens, and a tomato looking fruit. They call it something different that for some odd reason I just cant remember, but to me its a tomato. It looks like a tomato and tastes like a tomato but it’s not a tomato. I had an argument with Jean once over it and decided I will just let it go.

Trixie’s brain sputtered to a stop when she caught his scent. Woodsy, with a hint of oh-my-God-he’s-gorgeous… Walk away, Trix. Anything you say right now will just sound stupid… “Question is,” Super-Hot Guy murmured as he got closer, “what to put with the romaine to liven it up a bit?” “Tomatoes,” she managed, and was immensely proud she’d remembered a vegetable that belonged in salad. Oh, wait… isn’t a tomato technically fruit? Shut up, brain!