My husband is a kick ass gardener. I keep humans alive and humans only. But, because I like to cook (this was a learning process), I get to be the one to utilize the harvest of his hard labor. And it is sweet and lovely and so stinking cheap. It's awesome. It makes me feel like a pioneer lady or at the very least a true Northwesterner when I can something. However, sometimes the rain comes before your tomatoes are ready. And if you run out of time or energy to pull them and let them ripen in a brown bag, they often rot outside.