Here are some heirloom tomatoes grown by Mr. and Mrs. Peculiar this summer in Colorado. The big ones in particular may have been the best I ever ate.
"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?" Federico Calboli
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Lovely tomatoes! I love the heirlooms, particularly the Rio Grandes and the Cherokee Purples. My last few are ripening in the kitchen, despite the lack of a frost to this point. Basil is about gone, too. Sigh- now to wait until next July for the good stuff again.
On another note, book or no, dang, talk about a flurry of posting!
My Dad, who grew up in Brooklyn, kept pigs and chickens in the yard. Wonder if anyone still does that?
Paul
From what I have read in the NYT, urban farming is starting again. NY actually seems kinder than Boston or Bay area so far.
Pigs may still be a stretch though...
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