Every year my father, known around the neighborhood as Grandpa Joe, boldly claims that he will have a ripe tomato by July 4th. This year, I visited his garden to see if he could justify his claim. What follows is his attempt to sell the world on his first "ripe" tomato.
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That tomato looked ripe to me. What do you call ripe? It was not blood red but I'd still call it ripe. Given' your grandpa a hard time - shame on you.
Just kidding, it reminds me of my ex-mother-in-law. She taught me how to garden, can, pickle, and freeze. I think I grew every possible thing there was to grow and some stuff that I never did identify.
Still fighting my squirrels.
First off, the man in the video is my father. I called him "Grandfather" because around his neighborhood, all the kids call him "Grandpa Joe."
I was just razzing him a bit. Personally, I would have picked that tomato a few days ago.
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