Bounty

At the beginning of the summer my dad came across a new strain (or at least new to us) of tomatoes called "Park's Whopper" so of course he had to pick some up. The one he potted and gave to us has been residing on our front porch ever since and Park has faithfully been watering it, anxiously waiting to see some red.

The other day, we decided we had waited long enough and it was finally time to harvest. Fifteen seconds later, we had ourselves one, slightly rotted, racquetball-sized tomato.

We're setting up a booth at the farmer's market this weekend.

Get there early.