First things first though - I just want to clarify that I did not, in fact, yell Socks or Snacks on a Plane during my flight. Even I'm not that crazy. I would have said it for my companion's benefit had I been traveling with a friend.
Now, check me out! I grow vegetables! Just a little something I do... Check out this here 'mater (that's tomato for those of my readers located above the Mason-Dixon line or on other continents) I picked off the plant we've been growing on our patio. Doesn't it look ripe and delicious? I'm trying to decide what to make to eat it with. Maybe slice it up for some juicy burgers? Or perhaps a light and refreshing buffalo mozzarella and tomato salad? Or I could chop it up for taco toppings... The possibilities are truly endless. Maybe I could even set up a tomato stand at Borough Market! I could sell them and make jillions!
Or maybe I should just pop the whole thing on top of a chef's salad, add some ranch dressing and call it a day.
Oh boy, I really had you going there, didn't I? For those of you who aren't familiar with the currency in my country, the 50 pence coin is just slightly larger than a 25 cent one. Suckers.