Well, to be precise – two of em. Two ripe that is. We have at least 30 not ripe, and two heirlooms that are growing very fast too. As a previous post (one of the first on this blog) mentioned, we are growing tomatoes for the first time this year. We don’t have a greenhouse, but we do have a half decent south facing wall.
We have been watering and feeding these things for what seems like months now, and all the hard work is starting to pay off. We have been growing Stupice and Brandy Wine (heirloom) completely organically, and in pots. Some worm tea is used as food every week. Of course, we have had a pretty bloody terrible summer really, so I didn’t expect much, but about 10 days ago some of the Stupice tomatoes started turning yellow, and then blotchy red. I should explain that waiting is difficult for me. Completely overpriced next day delivery is made for people like me. I want things fast, and sometimes I don’t have the patience to wait. Tomatoes are teaching me to be more patient. It is a good thing. Some things are worth waiting for. These tomatoes are definitely one of them.
For the last couple of weeks I have been teasing Dearie (my mother) about her completely terrible crop of tomatoes. Back in Blighty they haven’t had a great summer either, in fact worse than ours in some respects, so she is well behind on her crop. As of writing this post, I think she only has about 10 tomatoes, and none of them close to being ripe. Same situation, no greenhouse, but a south facing wall. And finally I can rub it in further. Two were ripe enough to eat yesterday.
So, hands trembling with anticipation I plucked these puppies from the vine, and cut them into quarters. A little salt, and a tiny amount of olive oil, and these were ready to go. You never quite know what to expect when you first cut into a tomato. How is its texture? what about the appearance? Well, these seemed fabulous. Firm flesh, not watery at all. Excitement builds. They have passed the first test. All that is left is to eat one. Like opening your exam results, half of you doesn’t want to know, just in case they are bad. Thankfully they were not. An amazing flavor. Dense, not watery at all. A little bit sweet, and bursting with that tomato flavor that you can only get from tomatoes grown organically and carefully.
As I type this, two more are almost ripe enough to pick (you can see them in the photo), and some more are turning that great shade or orange that means you aren’t too far away from another great tomato.