And then I realized I picked it from outside, which was not refrigerated.
(Today I made part of the second one into coleslaw & put the rest in the raw veggies container that's always in the fridge.)
Today was the harder part - not physically harder, emotionally harder. I had to kill perfectly healthy tomatoes.
Here's a picture of the last one I pulled out. It's a grape tomato plant. The first tomato was ripe in June, which is a month earlier than usual. The spiral that's supporting it is about 5 feet tall (a little shorter when it's in the ground), and the top of the plant snapped and bent over because it was about a foot taller than the stake.
|Yes, that's a full size outdoor garbage can|
And the only cucumber plant that grew, that produced its first flower a couple of weeks ago. (No cucumbers, just the one flower.)
From the one grape tomato plant, I got 1/2 a gallon of grape tomatoes - and that's with eating a few a day since June.