So….Sherman didn’t quite make it. But in all fairness, he lasted just as long as the lady at the market said he would…she only gave him until April, and he didn’t poop out until a day or two ago. I know what you’re thinking. Murderer. Good thing I subscribe to the “buying new things to replace dead ones make me feel better” club. Meet Tom. Tom is a chive plant. He is supposed to last for a few months, so this will be a better gage of how responsible I can be. Maybe.
Tom is simple. He’s not complicated, like a basil plant. Even his name is simple. He is already grown, and just wants to be eaten. Sounds like a match made in heaven to me. In fact, let?s just pretend Sherman never existed. It’s better that way. I wouldn’t want Tom getting jealous, especially since he has Sherman’s old pot. Plus, I’ve got some smoked salmon and cream cheese that are just DYING to meet up with Tom! ~LTG
