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Harvesting the Green

Late yesterday, Hub was scrambling to get the green tomatoes before Jack Frost got them first.

Our tomatoes didn't do real well this year. They were almost dead when the Labor Day rains revived them and they put on a whole new crop.


The biggest ones were wrapped in newspaper. Some say they will stay good and ripen until ChristmasI remember my Mama making green tomato pickles. The smallest ones will be canned with garlic and hot peppers in vinegar. Hopefully, they will perk up our winter suppers, but I'll have to let you know about that later.

The middle-sized ones are for sharing and fried green tomatoes. Remember fried green tomatoes?For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2

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  1. We had a big frost this morning; usually we'll have a few little ones, but this one covered just about everything. I also harvested what I could from the garden, which was mainly sweet peppers; the greens can take low temps for a while. Our tomatoes didn't have a chance this year, first with the drought, then grasshoppers stripped them. When the first rains came and cooler temps, they put on leaves and lots of little tomatoes, but they were too small to pick. You'll have lots of good eating there!

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  2. Our tomatoes have been gone for a long time now. We had workers at our house this summer putting on new siding and one of the workers kept joking how he was going to get some of our 'green' tomatoes for frying. I don't like fried green tomatoes, I love them when they are red and juicy. We didn't even have any green ones to pick and save like you have, they went down hill fast. I have that same pattern of dishes that you have. I tried to spell it and spellchecker didn't even have a clue as to what I was trying to write :o)

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