Behold! Tomato!

This is my very first ever home grown tomato. I am quite pleased at its tomato-y tomatoness and the fact that it is, indeed a tomato. That one can eat. From my garden. I grew a tomato!

TheMan, however, is less that geeked about my tomato, mostly because he only likes him the tomatoes if they are in sauce or salsad. Thus, this conversation when I presented him with the holy tomato.

boo: Behold! A tomato!
TheMan: Yes, it is.
boo: A tomato I grew! My first tomato! What shall we do with it?
TheMan:Chop it up, put it in a bag in the freezer and save it for sauce?
boo: Chop…but it’s my first tomato! We should do something extra special tomato-y with it.
TheMan: Like chop it up, put it in a bag in the freezer and save it for sauce?
boo: No! That’s what we are going to do with the rest of the tomatoes when they all start coming in. This one’s special. It’s the first! My first tomato!
TheMan: I have an idea, let’s chop it up, but it in a bag in the freezer and save it for sauce.
boo: Chop…sauce…are you listening??? Maybe we can do BLTs or grill it or, hey. Stop making that icky face. This tomato should become something special.
TheMan: Like-
boo: If you say “Chop it up, put it in a bag in the freezer and use it for sauce” one more time I’m going to have to hurt you.
TheMan: I think that’s what we should do.
boo: You have no culinary soul.

And that’s about when I was told I could just go fetch my own dinner. Let that be a lesson to all of you out there: No matter how tomato soulless your cook is, never mention it to his face at dinnertime. Also, I still haven’t figured out what I am going to do with My Tomato. Well, other than take a picture of it and post about it in my blog that is.


Also in the green report: All my tomato plants are doing right fine and getting on with the tomatoing (they all have little green tomatolets on them and one of them has a big ol’ yellowy orange tomato that will probably be ready for picking this weekend. I suppose, since this will be the second tomato, I’ll just go ahead and chop it up, put it in a bag in the freezer and save it for sauce). My cage lashing the other day seems to have held up and now the tomatoes are trying to disrespect my authority by growing out of the cages at that two degree angle to full sun that took the cages out in the first place. Argh! You tomatoes!

Guess what else is ready for the munching? Peas! We have peas for picking and they are the tasty. I think I need to let them hang on the vine a bit longer though, apparently I have the fat pea kind of peas and not those thin pod pea kind of peas. Who knew?

Sadly, there was a big rain last night (or the night before) that sheered off one of my pepper plant branches and I lost a whole raft of pepperlings. *sniff* Stoopid rain. Wait, no. Rain makes it so I don’t have to water the garden which appeals to my lazy side. Errrmmmm…stoopid bit of water that broke off my pepper plant branch. Hrrmph. By the way, how do you know when your peppers are ripe for the picking? They are pretty much green the whole time so…


Last but not least, I am a crazy woman and was out gardening this morning. Eh, I had a half hour to kill and a packet of radish seeds still sitting on my kitchen counter. Wala! The last two squares of my garden are planted. Huzzah! Now starts the waiting for all my foods to come in. Man, I hate waiting.

At least I have a tomato!

Last year at the booniverse: Not even growing an update for y’all.

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The year before at the booniverse: I lost track of who we were talking about. Oh right, Dirge and Shar.

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