I never grew up eating home grown tomatoes. So when my husband said, “These (store-bought) are not tomatoes.” I had no clue what he meant. They looked like tomatoes to me. They were round, they were red they tasted like tomatoes. “No these are not tomatoes, they are pink.” Well I keep a compost pile and throw clean kitchen waste, potato peels, tomato bits, any uncooked vegetables, and I would have tomatoes and potatoes growing in my compost pile. But dear husband could not leave them alone and was constantly digging the tomatoes up and putting them into pots and putting them in the back yard, but he never took care of them.
One year I broke down and watered one of the pots and tomatoes formed and turned red. A RED tomato, with a rich taste. Is this a tomato?
I asked about the tomatoes he said he grew with his father. He didn’t grow them, he helped PLANT them. Together they put them in the ground. Well soil in Indiana is rich and dark. It also rained there during the summer. Soil in Southern California is neither rich nor dark. When we first moved in here we had 65 yards of soil hauled into our backyard. This is high desert, the soil is either clay or depleted of nutrients from the burning sun.
Since we are in a drought in the farmbelt in the Central Valley the chances of produce at a reasonable price or produce at all made me want to plant more vegetables this year. Last year I planted about a dozen tomato plants. This year I got a late start.but I have three plants a beefsteak, a Roma, and a medium sized early girl tomato plant that is about 3 feet tall. The Roma is setting fruit well.the Early girl has a few green globes so far.
It is my little 18″ plants that have already produced 5 tomatoes. Three of the tomatoes were orange so they were proclaimed to not be tomatoes or not be ripe — can’t win!