Tomatoes are funny things. I spend all summer watching these green orbs just sitting there doing nothing and I worry that the fall will come before they ripen. I worry that every one that falls off the vine or gets damaged is going to ruin my gardening season. But without fail comes that day in August where my wife says, “What the hell are we going to do with all of these tomatoes?” These are the tasty heirloom ones for slicing and eating, but I have jars and jars of canned tomatoes that I will do before the frost comes. Picked some of these early to prevent damage from Hurricane Irene.
