Yes, I did. One of the ladies having lunch in the kitchen at work at the same time as me, had a fresh tomato from her garden. There were a few of us in there and a discussion ensued about garden fresh tomatoes vs. store bought tomatoes. Everyone that ate tomatoes, was in agreement that garden fresh were the best. This same lady told us that her husband had insisted that he didn't like tomatoes until he ate one fresh from their garden. I allowed as to how I was hoping that would happen for me this summer, since oddly, I have always wanted to like tomatoes. Something about the slimy, tartness has always been off putting to me. I joked that I might not get to since the squirrels were getting ours while they were still green.
I said I was happy to let the squirrels have the tomatoes as long as they left the cucumbers alone. I need my pickles. (Which by the way turned out to be a great big YUM!) The tomatoes are the first plants the squirrels get to, since they are at the edge of the garden. So far, for the most part, they've been satisfied with them, and haven't ventured further in to get anything else. I think it is a fair trade.
As the conversation continued, this lady began eating her tomato and exclaiming how this was the absolute best tomato ever in the whole world. It was at the peak of flavor. She insisted that I have a taste. I was reluctant because I didn't want to gag in front of everyone. I knew I'd have to swallow whatever I put in my mouth. With much encouragement from the others in the kitchen, I relented. My delay had only served to draw more attention to the whole situation, so I had quite a gallery of spectators when I finally took the nibble she'd cut for me.
I've had three good on plan days. It is amazing how freeing that can be.