I expect you’ve been waiting anxiously for news of the green tomatoes rescued from the squirrels. Did they ripen in the brown paper bag, offering themselves up for a bacon-and-tomato sandwich? Did they remain resolutely green and firm, offering themselves up for frying?
They did not. The news is not good, and neither are the tomatoes.
The photo shows their best side. The backside of the large one was badly bruised; the inside was mush. This is as red as they got.
Maybe 2022 will be the Year of the Tomato.