One Fine Tomato

I decided to slice the one and only reasonably mature non-grape-size tomato I’ve managed to grow. It was a Cherokee chocolate. A bit undersized, but bright red with green on the stem end.

Man, what a tomato. Super sweet, like a piece of fruit. And sour. And full of flavor. The odd thing is, it’s not like any tomato I’ve had. I think if you put it in a BLT, it would be too frou-frou. But out of hand or in a salad, it would be hard to beat. I just wish I could grow more of the damned things. There are a few tiny ones on the plant. They may survive.

This tomato was deep green inside, with red flesh around the bottom and sides. But it was definitely ripe. Not as ripe as I would have liked, but way past the crap I get at the store.

It would be worth it to buy a light and grow tomatoes indoors, if they were all this good.

“He’s Out There Again!”

Got a few shots of the vegetables. I can already hear the whiners pointing out that they’re really fruit. Hope I didn’t confuse one type with another.

1. Prig ki nu peppers. A small sampling from a huge bush.

2. Jamaican hot chocolate peppers, on last year’s bush.

3. Habanero gold peppers.

4. More habanero golds.

5. More habanero golds. Sometimes I like what “auto levels” does to photos. I believe Steven den Beste first mentioned it to me.

6. Kentucky beefsteak tomato. Looks bigger than it is, sadly.

7. Cherokee chocolate tomato. Small, but not freakishly so.

8. This is a tomato from a plant whose type I forgot. I liked this tomato because it looked sinister. Like the sentinels in The Matrix.

That’s all.