Today’s post comes from Verily Sherrilee
My first tomato of the season! It’s small – a variety of grape tomato known as the Santa. I noticed it starting to turn a couple of days ago and was hoping some critter didn’t get to it before it was perfectly red and ready. There it was last night when I got home; it didn’t even make it into the house before I had popped it in my mouth. I try not to say “OMG” too much but OMG!
I’ve always loved tomatoes. I love big fat tomato slices on open-faced cheese sandwiches. I love little tiny tomatoes in pasta salad. Chunks of tomato with orzo and basil. Salsa with tomatillos. Spaghetti w/ tomatoes, olive oil and spinach. Bruschetta with diced tomatoes and garlic. Hardly a way you can make something with tomatoes that I don’t like.
For many years I tried, unsuccessfully, to grow my own. The garden plot was decimated by dogs; the “hanging” contraption was too heavy and kept falling over. Plants just never grew in big pots. It was so demoralizing that for many years, I didn’t even try. Then, thanks to someone mentioning it on the Trail, I read Tomatoland by Barry Estabrook, an exposé on the tomato industry. It was horrifying and I came away from the book with a new determination to grow my own tomatoes. It was this determination that led me to straw bale gardening – finally a way to have my own home-grown tomatoes.
I know I’m probably not saving any money by growing my own (cost of bales, cost of water, cost of seedlings, etc.) but I do love picking a tomato, taking in the house and eating it for dinner. There is nothing like it in my book!
What summer produce can you hardly wait for?