Before I planted this year’s garbage tomato in the spring, I grew a bunch of sprouts from the seeds I saved from last year’s tomato. By the time I was ready to plant, I had ten sprouts! But I had to give some away. I’m barely smart enough to grow one tomato.
My mom and grandmother each got tomato—each on is thriving—and I also gave some out to my fellow employees. A few of them died, just like the very first plant I stuck in the ground, but my buddy Kurt is raising a monster tomato, even without the garbage!