You say tomato, I say tomato. We all say tomato.

It’s been a good year for tomatoes.  Spectacular for aubergines, I’ve had huge ones.  The last one weighed nearly three pounds and took us rather a long time to eat.

Today, we picked all the ripe tomatoes we could, having just been picking as many as we could eat for the last few days.  And an aubergine, only slightly overgrown courgettes, peppers – so the obvious thing to do was to make ratatouille.  And tomato sauce.  And tomato soup.  All these things have been made this evening and they’re now cooling, waiting to be mouli’d where appropriate and frozen, ditto.

We are planning more sorting out in the garden.  If you’ve been here, it’s the bit opposite the glass porch, by the lawn, the really miserable little bed and the rather overgrown, though handsome, pittosporum.  I’m afraid it’s going to come out.  We ducked out of the decision when the drive was relaid.  But now is the time.  Well, in the next few weeks, anyway.  I honestly don’t mind this place looking shabby and relaxed, I wouldn’t really like it if it were smart.  But the balance between relaxed and a wreck is broad, but not infinitely so.  Anyway, this is going to be a big improvement.  And we’ll have to plant a pittosporum somewhere else.

2 comments on “You say tomato, I say tomato. We all say tomato.

    1. Z Post author

      Yes, I thought I would. My mother had it in a pot in her last garden – that is, she bought it for the garden but then, because she was going to move house, she put it in a tub instead, then gave it to me. It was only a little one then and I thought it would grow to about 4 or 5 feet, but it’s far bigger than that and in the wrong place. In fact, I don’t want one that size anywhere – though I don’t suppose it’ll be my problem in 30 years, which is how long it’s been here.

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