I just had to share this picture of the tomatoes I picked today from my humble little backyard garden. Isn’t that a lovely bunch. As you can see, this year I decided to really mix it up with a lot of heirloom varieties. Last year, I fell in love with the big, pinkish Brandywine tomatoes but I couldn’t find them this year. So, I opted for the Green Zebra, yellow cherry tomatoes, Mr. Stripey and your classic hybrid red. (Can’t remember what variety it is, sorry.)
It all started at the Farmers’ Market on Sunday when I overheard an elderly man offer his personal advice to a woman who was buying corn, “You’re going to put some sugar in that water, right?” Her reply, “Oh, I always do.”
Oh what to do with all those ruby beauties being plucked from the earth right here in our own backyard. It wasn’t that long ago that I hated beets. I’m not sure when or how I crossed over to being a fan. Maybe it was the addicting Golden Beet salad with Goat Cheese served at the Shipwreck in Brielle (I guess I was the only one addicted to it because they took it off the menu and I will never forgive them.)
I just had to share this picture of the tomatoes I picked today from my humble little backyard garden. Isn’t that a lovely bunch. As you can see, this year I decided to really mix it up with a lot of heirloom varieties. Last year, I fell in love with the big, pinkish 
It all started at the Farmers’ Market on Sunday when I overheard an elderly man offer his personal advice to a woman who was buying corn, “You’re going to put some sugar in that water, right?” Her reply, “Oh, I always do.”
Oh what to do with all those ruby beauties being plucked from the earth right here in our own backyard. It wasn’t that long ago that I hated beets. I’m not sure when or how I crossed over to being a fan. Maybe it was the addicting Golden Beet salad with Goat Cheese served at the Shipwreck in Brielle (I guess I was the only one addicted to it because they took it off the menu and I will never forgive them.)
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