Someone asked the other day how my garden is doing, but I suspect what they really wanted to know was how the tomatoes are doing, angling for my offer to bring them a couple. No one cares how the squash are doing, but the tomato is entrenched atop the vegetable garden hierarchy, right above sweet corn.
I figured that others might be curious as well. Glad you asked.
This year I planted squash, green beans, okra, bell peppers, zucchini, cucumbers and, of course, tomatoes, which chew up a good half of the garden’s 200 square feet. That is enough about the squash, green beans, okra, bell peppers, zucchini and cucumbers, whose yield has continued a decade-long decline and has me totally rethinking my gardening approach.
So, let’s talk tomatoes.
They are, in three words, bigger, better and more delectable than any batch of tomatoes I have produced during my 35 years or so of gardening. I do not know if the ability to produce nice plump tomatoes is a measure of a man’s masculinity, but let me tell you, I am feeling pretty dang virile right now.
There are nine tomatoes perched on my windowsill, either ripe or on the verge, and a similar number on the vine, a day or so away from exchanging the suffocating heat and humidity for 71 degrees and the comfort of my kitchen.
There is also a Tupperware container that has a variety of cherry tomatoes, which serve as snacks throughout the day, being consumed as if they are M&M’s. Those Golden Sweet cherry tomatoes will forever have a corner in my garden.
In an hour or so, one of the large tomatoes will go under the Cutco knife as I enjoy a BLT sandwich and some soup for lunch. By the