The tomatoes were a HUGE success and I mean huge. We planted a wide variety ranging from several big heirlooms to the ridiculously small and sweet cherry tomato. I arrived in Bellingham several hours before my roommate Max rolled in from a week-long road trip. All of them were green when he had left, so he shared my excitement.
Tomatoes!
As you can see, the colors are amazing. A vibrant red, ribboned with thin veins of gold. We sliced it up and ate it raw, but not before we spent some time admiring the juicy fruits of our labor.
We then spent the afternoon building makeshift cages out of sharpened stakes and twine to help prop up the plants that were collapsing under their own weight. Around a dozen green tomatoes fell off of the vines as we lifted the plants off the ground. We collected them from the grass and placed them in a small drawer with a ripening banana. We had heard that bananas naturally release ethanol, which would let them mature off of the vine.
So many green tomatoes.
That evening as I drove off to go on a road trip of my own, I had a moment of regret for being unable to see the hordes of green tomatoes ripen and taste them in the Bellingham sun.
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