Over the weekend I noticed that we had one tomato on the verge of ripeness. I have to admit, it did make me a bit giddy. Not to get all Laura Ingalls Wilder on you, but I just felt rewarded that we had planted something which produced sustenance.
Thinking I'd simply leave the huge tomato until the next day, I waited until last night to pick it. As I rounded the corner, I spied our one tomato, partially eaten and tossed to the side by a very greedy and messy villian.
Next time it's gonna be a "no tomatoes for you" policy at Chez Ragged. I plan to pluck them before the reach full ripeness potential.
Updated August 15: As I know you are all riveted to the saga of my tomatoes, as you were probably similiarly riveted to the great OJ white Bronco chase, so here's a little update for you. Yesterday I had seen one slightly orange tomato peeking out. I decided to go out this morning and pick it. However, someone or something beat me to the punch. . . I saw our lowly tomato laying half-eaten and slaughtered, there on the ground, as if they were taunting me.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Plundered
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3 comments:
You could always learn to make Fried Green Tomatoes.
Who would do such a thing!?
Got bb gun? Just kidding!!!
Did Laura grow tomatoes? I thot she just got all dramatic and made sure she was the star of the show. Or she stomped hay while the sun shined and drank ginger water.
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