Total flop of a tomato harvest. Too hot. I managed to harvest two small tomatoes of which I fried up for Brent. It went with his “potato, leek, garlic, egg and shit” breakfast. I halved them. Too small to slice.
Meanwhile, friends had no problem with their tomatoes. In one day, I received a ton of tomatoes from three friends. Today, I processed them.
These are for the pot.
These are for happy misses chickens. They love tomato skin!
So now, let me ruin a classic Cuban song for you. You’ll never sing it the same way again.