Last year I bought tomato plants, called St Pierre, from the local garden centre. They grew beautifully with very little effort on my part and when picked tasted of....nothing very much but, hey, they looked nicely regular and fitted neatly into sandwiches. They say you can't have everything...
This year I decided to target quality of taste over quantity and I planted 24 heirloom tomato plants that were very generously given to me by a tomato enthusiast Christine who runs a gite business in the mountains. Go have a look at her website, the views are stunning.
And here's the result: aren't they glorious? And they taste amazing so much better than anything you could buy in the shops. And they have such poetic names: Purple Cherokee, Halliday's Mortgage Lifter, Rose de Berne and Hillbilly.
So tomato and mozzarella salad for lunch, then?
Long live Rebellion!
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