Suburban Farmer

Here are 20 pounds of home grown tomatoes. Most of you know we live in a condo, so how did we aquire these beauties? My folks live about two miles from us, and in recent years have become unable to do the whole garden thing, despite plenty of garden space. We have worked out a great arrangement. I go over and rototill, put a bunch of steer manure in and Mom and I pick out the plants and plant them. She waters and weeds and we all share the wonderful produce we get.
Despite Daddy's protest of me picking all of those green tomatoes, all 20 pounds of these are dead ripe. The green ones are an heirloom variety called Aunt Ruby's German, which I highly recommend. They are delicious!
Since I am leaving tomorrow for Sons of Norway's International Convention, I had to do something with all of these beautiful tomatoes. I cook them up, remove the skins and seeds and freeze them for winter use. The green ones are a lot more juicy, so they will go into soup this winter. The red ones (ace) will probably become spaghetti sauce. as they have more pulp.
My ancestors were farmers and I guess I still have some of those genes in me. I'm not much of a gardener, but is is very satisfying to dig in the dirt with your own hands (or back, with the rototiller) and have organic, home-grown goodies to satisfy the tummies.