You say tomato, I say bwahh

I have been described as a mother with a 19 year old frosh son (my dad). I have spent much of the afternoon discovering moldy tomato surprises throughout the house (somehow, feeling very much like a frosh mom...).

My dad did a great job clearing tomatoes out of the garden pre-frost. However, they have just sort of sat whereever he set them down (table tops, counters, on top of his papers...) several weeks ago.

I think I'm off tomatoes...