tomatoes. Tomatoes. TOMATOES. I know I shouldn’t say this as I am practically cursing myself to a tomato-less future by making such a terrible verbal transgression against the Church of the Divine Solanum (of which I am a card carrying member), but it needs to be said:
I think I’m already sick of tomatoes.
I know. You are cutting me with mental daggers through your computer screen and spitting on the ground in disgust as you read this.
There are 16 different tomato varieties in this photo: ‘Tim’s Black Ruffles’, ‘Hahm’s Gelbe’, ‘Dwarf Medium Ruffled Pink Oblate’, ‘Mountain Princess Dwarf’, ‘Purple Calabash’, Japanese Black Trifle’, ‘Black Plum’, ‘White Currant’, ‘Broad Ripple Yellow Currant’, ‘Silver Fir Tree’, ‘Azoychka’, ‘Jaune Flame’, ‘Red Robin’, ‘Maglia Rosa’, ‘Ditmarsher’, ‘Green Grape’
I just came in from the garden where I harvested 5 1/2 pounds of tomatoes plus the miscellaneous edibles you can see here. I could have harvested so much more (Swiss chard, kales galore, basil, etc), but I try to avoid harvesting more than we can handle at a time. That and I still haven’t photographed the hot pepper plants — they will have to hold their ripened fruit a little while longer. We are having a wildly productive year, for which I am grateful. Thank you hot summer.
While we were out there — I was harvesting food and Davin was fixing the broken cord on a string of lights that a mischievous squirrel had chewed through — we tasted some of the first new varieties and compared them to old favourites. About four varieties in, it suddenly occurred to me that I wasn’t really tasting them anymore. My mouth was already sore from the acid.
What is going on? It’s only August 13! This is the month that I wait for all year long. To add insult to injury, we are probably having our best year ever… and I’m just not feeling it. I am a Judas. I’m letting down the team. Excuse me while I step away from the computer to wash my filthy mouth out with carbolic soap and flagellate myself with a stinging nettle brush.
Needless to say, I’ve got about 15 pounds of tomatoes to can and I’m sure I’ll appreciate these squirreled-away beauties come December. We still have another month or so of fresh tomato bounty ahead (plus lots more canning), and plenty more opportunities to enjoy all of my favourite summer treats. Perhaps I’ll get my taste for it back before the season is out. I hope (gulp).
Is there anything that you’re sick of this summer?