shredding

Literally.

I just finished cleaning the last of the Brussels sprouts from our garden for Christmas dinner. They have been very very good.

So despite all my health issues this year, I was able to have some small garden successes.

Got any politicians you want me to throw rotten tomatos at?

I seem to have a few. Rotten tomatos, that is.

This has been a bumper crop year for me. I have more tomatos from my garden this year than I EVER have had before. I send tomatos to work with DH and DD. I take them to the food pantry. I shove them at unsuspecting neighbors. I hauled two bags full of them all the way to Archon in St Louis, the the first week of August.

They are, without a doubt, the BEST tasting tomatoes I have ever grown. Still, I cannot keep up with them. So some of them rot on the vines before I can pick them.

So today was 'pick rotten tomatoes' day.

They smell bad. O RLY? YA RLY!

Today was the day, because tomorrow is garbage pickup and believe me when I say I did not want rotten tomatoes sitting in my garbage can in the garage in the heat.

I already filled my yearly quota of stinky garage days when DH stored a wheelbarrow full of fresh grass clippings in the garage overnight. gag.


So I donned disposable plastic gloves and filled plastic bags with slimy, stinky stuff. And I am having major guilt pangs because I did not put the stuff in my compost pile.