This year, we limited ourselves to two tomato plants. Any more and I find myself in a hate spiral fuelled by tomatoes. You know the one where you find yourself in the kitchen splattered in red whilst cursing passata. No? Just me? Ok. Then I watched as they grew. They flowered. They started producing fruit. I carefully weeded, watered and watched some more. One exploded with glossy red fruit. The other stuck two fingers up behind my back and was like "Nah. Green tomatoes for life. You mad?"…
