Having ripened for another day, I decided it was time for the taste test. There is something so magical about eating produce hand-picked from one’s garden. Fresher than that is impossible.
Using my gorgeous knife that I bought as a souvenir in France a couple of years ago, I sliced the tomato up, ready for some waiting crackers and cheese.
With the addition of a little salt and pepper, the snack was ready for feasting. Though I can’t really take much credit for the flavour, the resultant opinion: a unanimous “delicious.”