Fresh Tomatoes Galore.
After an uncommonly cool summer, we’re finally getting some heat (it’s over 100F outside right now), and the plants are finally starting to produce like mad.
In clockwise order in all of their gorgeous glory above, there’s green zebra, thessoloniki, white oxheart, ananas noir, and sweet horizon.
But wait, there’s more…
…orange russian 117, thessoloniki, top sirloin, green zebra, ananas noir, and green giant.
In fact, now that they have the sun they’ve been waiting for, the plants will wait for no one. Over the weekend, several of the wooden stakes I’d been using to support the tomato plants broke under the weight of the fruit that seems to grow while you watch it. Yesterday, in an effort to limit my chores, after picking all of the cracked tomatoes for gazpacho, I picked only cucumbers and white oxhearts:
With the addition of time, heat, spices and acid these became a lovely golden rosemary tomato sauce and pickles.
And now, I just have to come up with a plan for the remaining hundred or so pounds of ripe tomatoes that need attention.
It’s a good problem to have!