My doorbell rang this afternoon. When I answered the door I was confronted with my neighbor's three adorable children bearing gifts in the form of tomatoes from her garden. I picked the ones that looked like little tomato people from the box of tomatoes they were distributing to their neighbors. Later, when I was prepping our dinner salad, I lined up the tomato people on my cutting board and felt like an executioner decapitating them. But, not to be deterred by a little thing like tomato murder, I carried on with a delicious result. Life is good.