pricey tomato

On the way to somewhere else yesterday, I spotted a truck parked beside a table of veggies covered by a white canopy. I had not had many good tomatoes over the summer so I pulled in. I looked over the tomatoes and selected just one irregular shaped heirloom figuring it would be nice and meaty inside. The worker weighed it, and I asked, "How much?"
She replied, "Five."
Five whats, I wondered. "Five . . . dollars?"
Her partner in the crime of highway robbery piped in, "Do you know how hard those are to grow?"
I had five dollars, and I thought of worse ways to spend it, so I paid for the pretty tomato.
I figure for that price, I should feature it on my blog.
It is quite delicious.