There's no denying that home-grown tomatoes easily kick the arse of supermarket ones. Once your taste buds become spoilt by the burst of flavour, the plastic-tasting supermarket varieties don't really hit the spot (for an extreme analogy, I imagine it is like heroin addicts switching to methadone - still okay, but not quite what you're after).
The last time I wrote the wind was whipping my plants into a frenzy and my flatmate had dragged some inside to protect them. My tomato plants spent a few days looking drained from the ordeal and I worried that they wouldn't recover. Imagine my surprise and delight when I saw some fruit appear!
At last count I had a dozen of these babies. Now I just need to be patient and wait for them to ripen.
In other tomato news, my Dad has grown the Costoluto Genovese variety this year. Perhaps I have been a bit sheltered in my exposure to tomatoes, but I have never seen these before. Looking more like a capsicum than your traditional tomato, this bright red baby has a nicely balanced flavour.
Finally, why did the tomato blush? Because he saw the salad dressing! (I will forgive you if you decide to throw some tomatoes at me for that - just make sure they're home-grown.)
