Well, once again, none of our tomatoes ripened on the vine. We’re not sure what to make of this phenomenon and we’re open to suggestions. It turns out that while our thumbs are not green, our tomatoes remain stubbornly so.
Two years ago, we made fried green tomatoes (mostly because we liked Fannie Flagg’s book, but also because we didn’t know what else to do with our entirely green crop). I thought they were tasty, but Molly didn’t like them.
This year we planted Mr. Stripeys Tomatoes, because we found the name charming. They grew fat on the vine but they never turned red. Probably another Ginger conspiracy.
Yesterday, Molly took matters into her own hands and whipped up this beauty — A Green Tomato Pie.
|Fresh out of the oven!|
|Looks like apple pie, and tastes like it too. (Kind of. I just wrote that so I wouldn’t hurt Molly’s feelings. I think Green Tomato Pie tastes as much like apple pie as frog legs taste like chicken. Not so much. But it is a beautiful pie.)|
Green Tomato Pie