Last weekend, I finally killed my tomato plant. I have been in denial for the past month, but bidding adieu to my tomato plant is my way of finally admitting that fall is here. For a while, I was refusing to buy squashes and apples in protest and denial of summer going away, but now that tomatoes are starting to taste like cardboard, and figs, peaches, and nectarines--quintessential summer fruits of yore--no longer taste like they should, the boycott was getting a bit silly. Besides, I couldn't resist the butternut and delicatas any longer. Thus, after I got back from the farmer's market with all this fall produce, I reluctantly dug up my tomato plant. Actually, I hadn't meant to kill it off, really. But the plant was getting unwieldy and tall, so it started out with just a pruning. Then I got carried away and eventually ended up just digging up the entire plant.
I also made what is probably the last batch of pesto with the remnants of my basil plant, whose leaves are turning yellow and getting tougher. Plus, what's the point of having basil w/o any tomatoes?
Now I have to wait another year for juicy yummy tomatoes. . ..
How sad.
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