There’s a chance of wet snow tonight, and even though I don’t entirely believe it, that’s still cold enough to tell the last two tomato hangers-on that it’s time to come in. This is nothing like the end of season bowls brimming with green tomatoes that I’ve harvested in the past. Just two. If I cut them up and put them in a stew, I’ll hardly notice them. Maybe when the cilantro grows up, they can be salsa.
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