|Not a pumpkin, but a tomato!
Last Sunday we went to a tomato tasting party hosted by good friends Missus and Mister H, who planted a variety of tomatoes. I can't recall if Missus H said they put in 70 types or 70 plants.
Many of the different varieties looked huge and heavy. A couple I picked up had to be close to 12 to 16 or more ounces.
One of my favorites was a big red organic tomato called Boxcar Willie, which was named after Grand Ole Opry Singer. The Husband described its taste best—"It was sweet, and had a rich flavor."
Another favorite of mine was Barnes Mountain Yellow, a very plump heirloom yellow tomato which ancestors were grown on Barnes Mountain in Kentucky. Its flavor reminded me slightly of smoked salmon.
I also liked Lemon Boy, a true yellow of a tomato, which was your average size of a tomato. I don't remember the flavor, which tells me that I was probably more enamored with its name.
There was an heirloom tomato called Abe Lincoln that I thought its flavor tasted like the aroma of a log cabin. Did it really or did I imagine it? Chissa. Who knows.
Today is Our World Tuesday, where I'm participating. Here's the link. Grazie, OWT administrators.