This summer, I attempted (and nearly failed at) growing tomatoes. All I managed to get was one tomato, and the plant died before the tomato started turning red. After quite a while on the windowsill, she's finally starting to ripen. And I'm faced with the idea of eating something I've spent so much time, energy, and love growing.
I really have mixed feelings about that idea. I'll be proud when I eat her (since I grew her all by myself), but at the same time I've grown so attached to this one tomato that somehow managed to defy all the odds and live. Especially since the other tomato that was growing was about the size of a pea and died along with the plant, leaving this one tomato as the sole survivor.
I'm hoping that this unexpected attachment won't be nearly as strong next time I grow tomatoes. The next plants I buy will be more adapted to container growing and my climate, as well as potentially producing a lot more fruits. Since there will be more than one (I hope), I'll be less attached to them and more able to handle the idea that they're food. Wish me luck!
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