There is really nothing better than homegrown produce, fresh from the garden in the summertime. Beautiful tomatoes, bushels of zucchini, peapods straight from the vine…I love it all. The problem lies in that I have the worst luck EVER when it comes to gardening. I’ve tried, and failed, more times than I can count. This is the first year that I don’t have tomato plants going. I finally gave up. Every year, Aaron shakes his head at me as I plant a couple of tomato plants, knowing full well that nothing will become of them. He’s right. Nothing ever does. The one year I thought I’d actually get something edible from my tomato plants, it turned out that I had some sort of bug living on the plants that leaves the shell of the tomato, but eats the insides completely clean. Imagine my dismay when I went to pick, what looked like, a perfect tomato from my vine and it popped in my hand like a balloon.