Look how big it is is comparison to the boy's head (should have waited for him to know what I was doing and taken a better picture). It's huge! The tomato, that is.
I sliced it up with some olive oil, red wine vinegar, salt, pepper and mozzarella cheese and told the man to take the first bite.
The suspense was killing me. Was it going to live up to everything we'd ever dared to dream for? Did it measure up to everyone's rave reviews? I was poised for the action shot as the first bite went into the man's mouth and my camera promptly shut off for lack of battery. Nice. Anyway, it surely was different. Strange to me as I've always thought tomatoes all tasted like...well, tomatoes, but the brandywine was slightly different in a way I'm not sure I can explain. I'll try some more and get back with you. Did I like it, yes. Very much. I'm glad the plants are looking so well.
Now for the x2 of the post. There's something wrong with Big. He's been limping around since Sunday and groaning (not whining). Crazy dog just doesn't seem to care that he's a 9+ yr old Great Dane and he can't go throwing himself at the six foot fence anymore. My neighbor and I manhandled him into the back of my car - no easy feat when he can't put pressure on his front leg and the girl and I took him to the vet.
Apparently x-rays on the shoulder and leg are difficult - even more so since he's so blasted...big. He's got good range of motion in the leg so we're going to assume he either sprained it trying to jump the fence or it's arthritis and we'll treat him for that before springing on the x-rays. Poor thing is rather pathetic trying to limp around.
I'm off to pick some squash. I had nightmares last night about squash monsters. Nice, huh?
The morning comes early. Dream big!