The Russians Are Coming

This, my friends, is the most wonderous, fantastic, amazing, tasty tomato I have ever eaten. It's called Caspian Pink and it's a Russian heirloom tomato. It has a mild taste and the "flesh to guts" ratio (as I like to call it) is about 3 to 1, an incredible feat.

I do not like gutty tomatoes. I do not particularly like very strong tasting tomatoes either, at least not raw. The Caspian Pink is the perfect tomato. I had slices on my turkey sandwich for yesterday's lunch and I chopped up a bunch to eat with my mushroom bacon quiche (made by my wonderful husband) for last night's dinner. Calvin ate a bunch of raw pieces as part of his dinner last night. They are that good. There is a green one on the plant right now that is the size of my palm, and I have big hands.

I hereby declare that as long as I live and am able to garden, not a summer will go by when I do not grow Caspian Pink tomatoes.

I've also had great success so far this summer with these yellow plum tomatoes (also mild tasting) and the little grape tomatoes. These tomatoes offer a hint about my big garden plans. But more on that later . . .