I was in the garden this morning making a string trellis for the peas to climb on. After completing the project, I checked the rest of the vegetables.
Irene's favorite tomato is the sungold, and I always plant one. They are little atomic bombs of flavor and do not ever make it into the house. We always munched them right in the garden.
I noticed that 3 of the little bombs were starting to ripen. One fell off the vine into my hand when I touched it - a sure sign that it was ripe, and I popped it into my mouth. It was an intense Taste of Irene.
