The trials and tribulations of Mr. Stripey finally come to an end.
Last time we checked on this darn plant, one of the tomatoes had blossom end-rot, allegedly, and the combined weight of the three tomatoes was bowing the plant to the ground, so i had to use stop-gap measures and lay the stems across an extra cage.
In the end, that tomato looked like this:
Gross, huh? But think about how beautiful it would have looked if it didn't have that weird rotten spot??
the other two looked like this:
They ripened quickly. We kind of ignored the garden for only a week or two (tell you the truth, I needed a break. After the zucchini plants died, i lost heart. The beans haven't been producing like I hoped, the sugar snap peas never really came in, and well . . . sometimes you just need a break.)
Anyway, when we went back out to check, there were three ripe as hell Mr. Stripey tomatoes hanging there, ready to eat!
If there is anything I learned this year from gardening, it's to plant ten or twenty tomato plants next year. I just need more. Much more!
So what do you think this bounty looked like inside?
hooo-boy, it was such a treat!!
Look at those striations! Here's a closeup
Look at all that meat and the fact that there is practically no seed to get in your way!
This was the most delicious tomato salad. I did not adulterate it with green onions or blue cheese like the last one I exhibited here. Just kosher sea salt, extra virgin olive oil, the merest sprinkle of 15 year old balsamic, and a drizzle of truffle oil. The truffle oil really took it to that next level. And you know what made this so good? I finally got to eat a BIG FAT JUICY TOMATO from my own garden.
Now, DARN YOU MR. STRIPEY, i wish you produced more than three tomatoes!! Because I swear to you, these tomatoes were the most delicious I have tasted in my life. I'm not joking you, and eating a fat tomato every day for lunch in the summer is a tradition of mine. I am a tomato connosseiur. I love them.
These were really, really, reallly good.
I won't be replanting Mr. Stripey, though. So if anyone wants it, it'll be outside in my trash.