Several years ago, my mother gave art lessons to my daughter and two other homeschooled friends of hers.
While the kids were stashed away with mom in her art room, their mother (Hi Margie! Yes, I'm going to tell that story!) and I offered to help Dad around the farm, even though neither of us had a clue what that would involve.
After an hour or so of picking peaches while trying to avoid the wasps, Dad either felt sorry for us or his peach crop, and we ended up parked on the porch drinking lemonade instead.
This initial visit was when he mentioned that he was growing cow teat tomatoes. I guess the looks on both Margie's face and mine impressed Dad, because he went out of his way to say cow teat tomatoes every chance he got.
Not just that day, but at least once during every single visit afterwards. Usually with a big grin on his face. For some reason he still finds it incredibly entertaining.
For the record, the tomatoes themselves are amazingly tasty, perfect for making tomato sauce.
They grow to about 5-6" long, in clusters of 3 or 4, looking for all the world like, well, like cow teats.
Mom to an 20-yr-old. After 10 years of homeschool/unschooling adventure she's now working her magic in college. Following a 15 year stint in the corporate sales world, I've spent the last 11 years as an online bookseller with my pup Chewy (Chewybooks on Amazon, Chewyboo on ebay), previous to that I managed a bachelors degree from a radical college, built a small greenhouse 2 years ago and 500 gallon rain barrel system last year.