Taste test number 1.
Actually, it's really taste test number two because we already sampled our cherry tomato and our yellow E.Fong tomato. But anyway,
Remember the cucumber that kind of puffed up and never puffed out? It was our semi-deflated animal balloon until we were sick of waiting for it to fully develop. I mean, we waited for like 2 months. So while making coleslaw tortas, I asked Ryan to go ahead and bring it.
And he brought it.
Yes, good cucumber. We're ready to eat you.
At this point, I sliced off two pieces and gave Ryan one. We had been waiting for such a long time, we regarded this little cucumber as if it was our own crunchy baby.
We have no photos documenting the precise moment of eating. Ryan had the camera ready, but once I raised my slice to my mouth, Ryan was overcome by a wave of jealousy because he didn't want me to enjoy the cucumber without him. He wanted to be the first to try.
Everything then became a big struggle, things knocking over the countertops as we each tried to hinder the other while trying to consume our own.
At some point, I don't know how, but we each happened to get a taste at the very same time. We stared at each other crunching and then it hit us.
The cucumber was nasty as hell.
Bad, Cucumber, BAD! But it was no use. No amount of screaming and chastising could relieve the bitter taste of betrayal in our mouths.
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