Yesterday I picked the first tomato. The variety is Sweep Steak, purchased from OSH in a six-pack, planted 3/31/09. Here's its kindergarten picture (it's the one hiding in the back).
Adolescence: Let's say Mr. Tomato is in high school here, kind of shy and still hiding.
Interestingly, although he seems to be getting less sun, he turns a deeper red faster than his more extroverted friend here.
Yesterday, I picked him. You probably know that there is a little joint about a finger-width up the stem which breaks easily, so you don't have to use nippers for your harvest. Let's call this the graduation photo. Isn't he handsome?
His top side is scarred and split, but look how he smiles through the pain. I know he would not win a beauty contest, yet I love him so much I don't know if I can bear to eat him.
As a farmer, I am an anthropomorphizing doofus. Do not even ask if I have considered raising chickens.
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