Gorgeous, jewel-like orbs of glut. I'm nothing if not enthusiastic having planted thirteen tomato plants to date. One might be forgiven for thinking we are a family of fifteen with voracious appetites. Particularly as I refuse to accept the sensible advice of the gardening world to pinch-out the lateral stems.
So we have tomatoes coming out of our nostrils. I think it might be time to purchase a Fowler's vacula for a spot of old-fashioned preserving but I live in fear of repeating my grandmother's spectacular preserving moment when a jar of chokos spontaneously combusted in the larder.