My sweet little brother has grown into quite a hard working, responsible family man. He has a cute little wife he's been in love with since he was like 12 years old and they are expecting their first baby in a couple of months. He's fixing up a little farm house for them to live forever in, and works the family business. (He's not all that perfect though, he is my brother, I lived with him for 25 years and know what he smells like, sounds like, and looks like after he's slept for 15 hours.)
But let me tell you something. Something you should definitely know before ever crossing his path.
Don't mess with his Tomatoes. period.
Last night I called to tease him. I told him I picked a couple of nice big, green tomatoes from his garden to slice up and fry. He spoke back to me using extremely foul language. He threatened to mow my garden down if I dared pick any of his green tomatoes.
He doesn't like to eat the green tomatoes, he hates them...and the fact that I pick them before their big red juicy prime just infuriates him.
Luckily I have my own garden with 16 thriving tomato plants heavy with sour green fruits just waiting to be picked.