Last summer, I planted three tomato plants outside where they’d get a lot of sun, in soil that was rich with compost. I harvested so many tomatoes, all small ones, since I had planted yellow pear and cherry tomato varieties. I made salads, I made quiche, I ate them plain, but still, too many tomatoes to deal with, and my husband doesn’t like fresh tomat…
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