When I came back to the Hinckley House, I returned to a bunch of ripening tomatoes! The one I pictured a few posts back was a Giant Belgium — and there really are some giant ones that have yet to ripen. The tomato above is a Mortgage Lifter, trying to live up to its name by being big and salable (I guess). My Opalkas have finally started ripening without blossom-end rot, but my Brandywines are all green, still. I’ve just got the four plants (all heirloom varieties), but I think it’ll be a very tomato-y late summer.
Tonight’s dinner wasn’t much to look at, I admit, but it was remarkable in other ways. The potatoes were grown in my Minneapolis garden; the eggs came from my neighbors’ hens; the bread and butter pickles were homemade from Hinckley garden cucumbers. Not too bad, right? It would have been more impressive with homegrown broccoli, but I had some of that for lunch. I got the eggs (a full dozen!) when I brought my neighbors a ripe tomato and a jar of the grape jelly I made over the weekend. See here:
I picked about half the grapes from my Minneapolis vines, completely stained my fingers in the process of turning them into juice, and then I made seven jars of jelly. I usually store my extra jars in the freezer, but I decided to properly can them this year, so let’s hope it worked! I’m not super crazy about grape jelly, generally, but this stuff is pretty good, and I have to do something with those grapes every year!