It has been a cold summer for tomatoes. Bob usually grows basketfuls, but this summer they’re still green. These are Zebra tomatoes, beautifully marked but very… green.
Here are some (green) Cherokee Purples.
We have a dozen heirloom varieties grown from seed, but almost all of the tomatoes are green. With the cold nights we’ve been having, they’re unlikely to ripen before frost. Tomatoes are tough to grow at 7,000 feet: some summers there’s a bumper crop, and other years you’re stuck making mincemeat and wishing you liked fried green tomatoes.
At the Farmer’s Market, one of the vendors has tomatoes from 5,000 feet (the lucky dog). It looks like heaven to Bob, and he goes back near noon for a bushel. In mid-September, he finally got that surfeit-of-ripe-tomatoes summer thrill.
The two dozen small tomatoes in the foreground are ours, while the rest are grown elsewhere. It’s a terrible thing for a Jersey boy to buy someone else’s tomatoes, but that’s life.
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