A few weeks ago, Mr. Pikko saw a cool thing on TV that was basically a special pot that allowed you to grow tomatoes upside down, eliminating the need for stakes and other annoying things about growing tomatoes. He looked online and found out you can actually do this on your own with a little bit of work. Since our tomato plant in the yard was illegal by growing in the ground, he decided to make this my Mother’s Day gift. Mother’s Day was, of course, last Sunday but this is Mr. Pikko we’re talking about here. It’s the thought that counts!
He stayed home for two days to work on this, but mostly because it rained like all day the first day. This thing hangs quite nicely off our yard fence and the plant hangs out of a hole in the bottom. You’re supposed to plant flowers in the top so that you have a nice planter of pretty flowers in the top and tomatoes growing out the bottom, but he couldn’t find the right flowers in time, which I think he said were azaleas.
The illegal tomato plant was actually a freaking crazy tomato bush. He pulled it out, pruned it, and planted it. I went to take pictures yesterday morning and realized that he had actually legalized my illegal tomatoes! I’m sure they will taste just the same, but I found the thought hilarious.
Here’s a picture of some of the ripening ones! I think they look a bit confused as to why they’re suddenly upside down. Maybe that will make them redder? lol
As I said, he pruned it a lot, but look at how many tomatoes are still on it!! It’s about half the size it used to be. Clearly we are not allowed to grow things in the ground because there’s some radioactive tomato super fertilizer in the dirt.
This morning the plant looked a little droopy, so we’re worried that it’s a little too traumatized from the pruning and the replanting and the whole sudden shift in world view thing. Hopefully it survives because it really is a most thoughtful and cool gift!! ^_^
Okay, on to more evil things. Bento readers, meet Brownie of Doom:
I know, I know. 120 x 520. That hasn’t gone so well lol. The other day, a brigade of wild women came storming into my desk area and held me down while one of them shoved a brownie into my mouth. I screamed and put up as big a fight as I could, but was ultimately unsuccessful. Once they got it down, I was released, but the damage was done. I chased after the brigade for another piece. I wrote a pathetic begging email to the source of evil for the recipe.
So, why do I call this the Brownie of Doom? If you saw the ingredients you would immediately know why. Evaporated milk. Caramel. Gobs of butter. Chocolate chips. Oh yes, this brownie is truly evil. Mostly because I ate like 3 this morning instead of my regular breakfast of toast and Cheerios. I made them to take to my grandmother-in-law’s birthday party tonight.
It’s not my recipe, so I’m not comfortable with sharing it yet, but you can email me and I’ll ask! One of my readers here would already know it though, since it’s actually her mama’s recipe. 🙂
Tonight we’re eating at Kyoto Osho or something at Ala Moana, so I should have more restaurant pictures for you all soon! No bento today because I somehow forgot to take leftovers. Massive brain fartage.