Cherokee Purple is such a great heirloom tomato. They're so pretty.
Mr. Gaia won't allow me to even consider refrigerating a tomato. He'll let it rot and need to be composted first.
Oh, my goodness, they are so cute, those chickens!
I am screamingly jealous of your tomato crop. I can't even grow Cherokee purple here (not enough sun on this particular plot of land).
I'm always tempted with tomatoes like that to cut them into thin slices and then throw the slices on my flatbed scanner to photograph them in fine detail with light beaming through them like stained glass. I think they'd be gorgeous, but I don't know if I'd ever get the scanner clean.
I solve the tomato problem by refusing to eat them at all. Yucky, nasty, gross little things...
Unfortunately, though, Professor Boyfriend adores tomatoes and when he's around my windowsills are festooned with them. He won't let them inside the refrigerator either. And he won't let me cook them down into something respectable like sauce...
Sara, you must scan a tomato. I say that knowing nothing about how much work it is to clean a scanner, though.
Gaia, I too would rather compost a tomato than chill it. You've found a good man there.
Professor Boyfriend adores tomatoes and when he's around my windowsills are festooned with them.
You may not like eating them, Rebecca, but think of the excellent feng shui you're getting.
Those are good-looking chickens. I'm ashamed of myself for thinking it, too.
You know, there must be something in me that craves imperatives, even non-serious ones, because I've been thinking about the tomato scanning thing for years, but it was only when you told me I must do it that I figured out how. It was instant, like an epiphany. The best thing about it is that the concept fits in perfectly with another project I finally figured just this year out how to do after years of pondering.
This is very exciting. You have no idea how much this kind of thunderbolt thrills me. (I was going to say "electrifies" me, but I like to keep down the cliché count to one at a time.)
Mwa ha ha. Stay tuned.
Oh, and thanks.
I am so jealous of you. Not just for your garden and your chickens but for your life in general. It makes me wish I were a young woman with young kids again.
Enjoy this time; it passes too fast.
It makes me wish I were a young woman with young kids again.
Having seen the blog photo of your seaside place in Hawaii, Hattie, I'll see your envy and raise it.
I must admit that the grass is greener here, but that's because the children keep wiping snot on it. It gives me hope to think that I'll look back fondly on all this chaos when the boys are older.
Sara, I eagerly await scanned-tomato art. And it's nice to know that someone is following my instructions.
I have chicken envy! When you have actually eggs I might just totally lose it and have to annoy my husband into building our coop
This is an actual question I ask dates - tomato refrigeration: abomination or no?
A person who would refrigerate a tomato is capable of anything. And not in the good way.
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