Late at night I can't find anything that these things have in common other than the fact that these two miniature Black Cherokee tomatoes that ripened in spite of never getting as big as they should have remind me of New Orleans Creole tomatoes in taste; the baby is from a King Cake; the African figure is from an African booth at the Jazz Fest in 1977, the last year we lived across the street from the Fairgrounds where the festival was held and could walk there.
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