I grew up in Indiana, on a farm. We had a huge garden, and at the ripe age of 15, I hated that thing! My mother would tell me to pick a bushel basket of green beans, when I'd much rather be in town with some cute girls at the pool. Do you have any idea how long it takes to pick a bushel of green beans?
The other thing is that my refined taste for hot dogs, chocolate ice cream, and onion rings did not reflect an appreciation for home grown tomatoes as an alternative.
I overcame that illness, and now have a garden of my own. This time of year it takes a little time to get it started, but when it kicks in the spoils are delicious. I had no idea that fresh picked broccoli tasted so much better than store bought. Of course tomatoes are always amazing, and I still don't like picking green beans as much as eating them, but I do both. I've also discovered a taste for kale and okra, and we have cucumbers and zucchini out the ... well you know. Now I have to can or freeze it because we just can't eat it all in season.
Our broccoli is just about ready to cut, so I can't wait!
Here are some pics of me and my tomatoes.
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