Our tomato plants are huge. I mean taller than Bruce who is over 6 feet. We’ve had to stake them even though they’re in cages — stake them inside the cages because they’re growing so well. Boy — what a problem to have!
The plants are loaded with ones turning red, lots of green ones, and plenty of blooms. We’re eaten a couple already and hope to have so many we get tired of them and have to give them away. I fixed Bruce two sandwiches for supper: boloney with lettuce and tomato and mayo.
A few weeks ago I pondered — when did I add Miracle-Gro? Was it time to add more? Then I remembered. All we did was add a big double handful of our compost to each deep hole for the plants. We planted a variety, in case one type doesn’t do well, another might. Hedge our bets, so to speak. I’ve always done that. We didn’t plant any yellow ones this year. Bruce didn’t think they tasted as good as the red ones. He’s right. Last year they didn’t have a good flavor. Once, years ago, I canned lots of tomatoes and layered them red, yellow, red, yellow in the jars. Man — on a cold winter supper they sure looked, and tasted, wonderful! Our one variety to yet prove himself is “Mr. Stripey.” It’s a version that is supposed to be both — stripes of red and stripes of yellow in one fruit. I’ll tell you later if it performs at all. Now those would look wonderful sliced on a plate. Perhaps sprinkled with basil and olive oil? Bruce the purist would prefer them plain. Still — seems delicious either way.
Needless to say, we’re feverishly working on a new barrel of compost. Pure gold.
