A lot of these cukes just hanging over the edge, hiding in plain site.

We struggled to grow tomatoes this year, namely because we were out of town for several weeks and didn't get a chance to properly water the gardens, and secondly, it's been insanely hot. I'm no expert, but I'm guessing these two factors played a role in us not getting great traction.

But pseudo-roma tomato made it through the summer heat and smoke from the Canadian wildfiles. Just look at that precious little baby. It stood out amongst the still-green cherry tomato plants surrounding it -- notably, plants we didn't intentially grow, but must have ressurected themselves from last year. At any rate, this particular tomato looked ripe and ready to be consumed, so I picked on the way in from walking Gertie this morning.

I was tempted to eat it fresh and raw, something I love with cherry tomatoes (washed, cut, maybe a sprinkle of salt), but I had a blob of mozzarella left in the fridge, so I soiled the perfectly clean looking plate of tomato slices with that, salt, pepper, olive oil, and black balsamic.

It was good.