I am in love. Last night I feasted on cabbage rolls and fresh-out-of-the-oven Hungarian crusty bread with Paul. While we waited for the rolls to finish cooking, Paul sliced a Brandywine tomato. I took my first bite of the funky shaped, pink tomato. The flavor burst on my tongue, lingering with a satisfying tingle. Never in my life have I tasted a tomato that can only be described as vibrant. Eating tomatoes will never be the same, for I have tasted as close to tomato perfection as possible…at least for now.
I am happy to report that my container grown Brandywine sports a faint blush of pink on the cheek. Renewed hope, that I too will have the delectable tomato just outside my door, brings delight to my gardener heart.
I am happy to report that my container grown Brandywine sports a faint blush of pink on the cheek. Renewed hope, that I too will have the delectable tomato just outside my door, brings delight to my gardener heart.
A slice of tomato Nirvana.
Teresa your Brandywine tomatoes look so much bigger than mine. I was beginning to wonder if they would ever ripen with all of our cool weather. They do taste so good. Too tall for my container garden though ;-)
ReplyDeleteOnce you've had heirloom it's hard to go back to store bought.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the world of heirloom tomatoes.
I wish I could say those Brandywines are mine...they're my brother Paul's. I grew a Brandywine in a container with support and it's doing ok. The tomatoes are finally starting to ripen.
ReplyDeleteThank you both for your comments.
who can send me seeds of brandywine?
ReplyDeletemy email is taraballoo@yahoo.gr
thanks Helen greece