A while back I was talking smack with Sandy G. in the comment section of some post – about how I was going to have a ripe tomato before the end of May. I’ve been coddling a plant of ‘Orange Blossom’ since about March – it’s been planted and dug up twice, spending frosty snaps in the greenhouse. But 90% of its life has been in the soil on the South side of our house – so I think this is a legit garden tomato.
I’ve been cheering along the top tomato – it turned yellow two weeks ago and it was just flushing orange – close enough for government work. The hot dry weekend really helped things along.
Then, tragedy struck.
Blurry, due to hands shaking with rage.
Apparently, it was also ripe enough for a hen with an appetite for destruction.
Perp.
So. Close.
I think a fried chicken dinner is in order . . .
Yep, chicken in some dish (cacciatore with tomatoes from last year?) is definitely on your list of must do recipes. My one promise of an extra early tomato has a hole in it, too. I don’t know who to blame for that one, but I think buck shot is the appropriate cure if I discover the culprit. (Oops… I guess that would mean even more holes in tomatoes!)
You had it. You just didn’t get to eat it too.