Each year as we plan our garden we have a heated little debate, Big Smith (the self-proclaimed tomato king) wants more tomatoes, more more more... I love me some tomatoes but there comes a point where tomatoes have gone wild! Even with the blight this year, enough of our plants have survived that we are swimming in a sea of tomatoes.
I've cooked them, canned them a few ways, eaten tomato salad until I'm red in the face, given them away (yes I showed up at a faculty meeting with a large bag full to unload... to a bunch of black-wearing architects that I'm fairly certain thought I was nuts). They're a lot of work these tomatoes!
And so each year I turn to Big Smith and ask 'enough tomatoes for you?'... and apparently there will never be enough. We have already started the big debate for next year, and you better believe that I will be referring to this post to plead my case.