Thought Process-- A Running Theme

My husband-friend loves tomatoes and eats them by the dozens.
He eats them until his belly aches.

My dad once told me that in the now-distant past, an admiring boy would exclaim, "What a tomato!" to appreciatively express the charms of any given girl.

An overwhelming percentage of the books I've read in the last few weeks had carny "freaks" as significant characters, and I just now realized it-- after reading six books of this sort.

The last such book I read was a tomato-- an sf jewel by Theodore Sturgeon that told of humanity and appearance and love beyond both, all wrapped up in a fine tale.

I have to can tomatoes today, but I have more tomatoes than canning jars.