We don't know what genetic accident caused this tomato's deformity, but we dubbed it "The Brain" -- fit for a zombie's distinguishing palate.
We documented its growth from flowering infancy to succulent death and showed all of our visitors our freak show baby.
The Brain lived an honorable life, brave to the end, when it was featured member of our dinner, shrouded in balsamic vinegar.
At left is pictured (lovingly presented by Farmer Dave) our most ribbon-worthy tomato. This prettier cousin of The Brain is a German Pink variety. (Yeah, it makes me feel a little weird, too, to know that the German Pink is the most genetically "ideal.")