Ephemerality

I was picking tomatoes, as I’ve been know to do, and recoiled at this unpleasant sight:

It looks like it had an aborted twin.  Yuck.  Naturally, I took to the Internet for information.  Unfortunately, the seconds I spent on this avenue of research did not yield any scientific articles on this phenomenon (Google thought I wanted to know about tomatoes being used in cancer research), but I did successfully establish the commonality of this scenario among gardeners.  One gentleman had posted this:

He even went so far as to make it an annual event, and posts the winning tomato’s picture from his self-hosted contest.  Funny people, bloggers.

But all I could think about was the “I’m a tumor I’m a tumor” song.

–Simon

We’re starting to get more tomatoes.  Granted many of them are because we cheated and bought plants, but it makes a good opportunity to try some new varieties.

Yellow Boy:  Sweeter and less acidic

Black Prince:  Mediocre and they tend to rot on the vine

Indigo Rose:  Somewhere between a cherry tomato and a typical Big Boy, both in terms of size and taste

Pink Girl:  I like this one the best so far–sweet and with a nice soft texture (sort of awkwardly validating its name I suppose)

Mr. Stripey:  Haven’t tried it yet, but it looks pretty:

And, we received our first pear tomatoes, and these are genuine grown-from-seed heirlooms.  They remain high on my personal preference.

Even the little princess enjoys humbling herself to do a little gardening.  I take advantage of those youthful eyes to find what my aging ones miss.  Here she is looking over the Black Prince (there’s a joke in there somewhere):

–Simon