Ten days ago I pulled-up my tomato plants and relegated them to the composter. I did pick a flat of unripened fruit and they're in the garage to ripen under a south-facing window.
And wonder of wonders - a tomato plant that has been growing in the composter has now grown to the ginormous size of taking it over.
It is the tomato vine that ate Toledo.
And not only is it large it is producing nice-sized red cherry tomatoes. Same for a volunteer plant that showed-up on the north side of the house. We have no clue as to how a cherry tomato plant finds itself into the flower bed on the north side of the house. But I digress. We're getting fruit and that's all that matters.
So in the mean time we're reveling in the decadence of BLTs constructed from homemade rustic French bread...
And this cardiologist's nightmare - the notorious grilled cheese, bacon and tomato sandwich constructed from rustic rye bread...
Come January I'll probably be in a frame of mind to commit high crimes and misdemeanors to get my hands on a real, homegrown, vine-ripened tomato. Alas, there will be none to be had. Nevertheless, there are canned garden tomatoes in the cellar bunker so there remains hope of bolognese, pizza sauce, tomato juice and more.
Vive le Jardin Magnifique!
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