But instead of sweet, little cherry tomatoes like these (a volunteer):
These are the worst type of tomatoes -- too big for popping in my mouth and too small for slicing or canning.
But the plant is prolific.
And, so every day, I pick up dozens of tomatoes,
and offer them to the chickens.
Who are hoping for corn cobs, apple peels and melon rinds.
Most are still eating the tomatoes. But a few are glaring at me.
And I am glaring at the tomato plant that is producing tomatoes that I don't like.
So I do the unthinkable.
I pull up a tomato plant that is in its prime, and offer it to the ram.
I'm sure that sin ranks right up there with killing a mockingbird.
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Um... wow. Surely they weren't the wrong size for slicing in half, sprinkling with Balsamic and eating with some pungent cheese and crisp crackers? (my fave way to eat tomatoes) I guess, for me, there *is* no wrong sized tomato.
ReplyDeleteAll the green tomatoes didn't give him, uh... loose bowels lol?
Oh, I have a few bushels of heirloom, paste and Black Pearl cherry tomatoes. I'm at that point in summer where I'm canning and freezing and eating tomatoes ....
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