I'm going to make salsa. I said examining them. No! Chicken Kardhai. Wait, maybe garnish for some Chicken Pulao. The possibilities were endless, until I heard:
We planned for mice and squirrels but eager little boys? Not on our radar. It was one of those moments, where you want to go knee-jerk and wail nooooo at the horror, the horror, but where you look into the wide-eyed grin of the little guy giving you this 'gift' and find it in you to swallow the gasp and calmly explain that while green traffic lights means go, green tomatoes means, give it a few weeks. Hopefully he understands. And while hopefully this missing tomato will be replaced by tomatoes tenfold, just incase, I shall be hunting for recipes for very tiny portions of fried green tomato.