Fate and Tomatoes

I recently had my nieces over for a couple of nights. In preparation for their stay I bought some things at the supermarket that I normally don't keep around: namely, white bread and chocolate milk. Most of the chocolate milk is gone but we never even opened the white bread, and I forgot to send it home with Meredith for Charlie, who happens to to be on a strict, self-imposed diet, and subsists on the butter he licks off white bread and chocolate milk--save for the occasional french fry or bite of pizza.

So here I am with a loaf of "the whiter your bread, the quicker you're dead" bread. And a platter of tomatoes from my mother's garden. And, as fate would have it, my new sleek toaster that was delivered just today.

What's a girl to do?

Exactly.

There may be grilled cheese and tomato in my future.

Who knows? Maybe even peanut butter and fluff.