I think this is hilarious. If that makes me immature, so be it. James was so proud of his homegrown mutant tomato. We ate it, too. Ah, the joys of gardening. Once James started his new job he got too busy to keep up with it and we have some zucchinis still sitting on the patio that are the size of a human thigh. Luckily my freezer is already packed full of grated zucchini, so I don't feel too badly about throwing them out.