Imagine my surprise when I stopped at the farmer (gun toting, Christian nut bar) and he had tomatoes. I had to buy a basket. I still haven’t had one so I don’t know if they’re any good. The first batch usually isn’t. But I am living happy in the knowledge that they are there.

Well, that and that he has a gun to protect himself in the crime-addled wilderness that is far southwest Waukesha county.

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