I quit calling women that back in the mid-1940s. I got tired of getting slapped in the face every couple of days, I guess the dames don’t go for that kind of thing, ya know? Grrrrrrr.
I am the Garden King, I can grow anything! It is 'tom-a-toe'. I should know. My trophy case is jammed full of blue ribbons for all these years of county fair prize winning tomatoes.