My Dad gave me some tomatoes. Look at these beauties.
And this was the tip of the iceberg. I already froze 15 Ziploc bags full and ended up giving bunches and bunches more to my friend and neighbor (and famous author, awesome mother, super cook and gorgeous person) Nicole Helget. She gave me her tomato sauce recipe. I made a bunch of that, too.
This year, for the first time in...I don't remember how long...I didn't plant tomatoes. I was in Ireland around the time I should have been planting, and when I got home, I just never got around to it. I knew I could get tomatoes from Dad and from the farmer's market.
But when it comes right down to it, there's nothing like going out and picking your own tomatoes off your own plant when you want them.
Kinda like this song says...
I think I'll have to plant some tomatoes next spring and I'll be humming that song as I pick my crop next summer. :-) That's one of those songs that kind of get stuck in your head. LOL!
ReplyDeleteYep, it's stuck in my head and good!
DeleteI think I prefer the John Denver version :)
ReplyDeleteMy philosophy toward growing vegetables: I like vegetables. A lot. But I do not have the patience to grow things. Including children. Anyway, I know that friendly neighbors can always be counted on to have too many vegetables in their gardens. I had two neighbors deliver to me tomatoes and cucumbers. One delivery came right as I was preparing a salad. All the delight with none of the work!
I wish I knew your neighbors. I'm almost out of tomatoes, and am totally out of cucumbers and zucchini.
DeleteI am as giddy as if it were Christmas with my tomatoes coming in. I agree about the satisfaction of picking a tomato out of my own garden, sometimes not even making it into the house before I eat them.
ReplyDeleteI hear you. And I miss my Romas!
DeleteIn the city you have to go to the farmer's market to get/buy them.
ReplyDeleteOne of the joys of country living...