As with many things, the first one is often not perfect, pancakes, marriages, waffles, restaurants. I’ve been waiting for this tomato for 15 years and while not a dismal failure, much like that first pancake, it was not perfect. Not sublime. A little mealy but nice flavor. It was edible. But of course, I’ll eat anything.
There are many more where this came from and once they ripen I will have more chances at that perfect tomato.
I have already had some perfect summer tomatoes. I got a bowl of them as a house warming present (this despite a no gifts request, OK, fine, they were tomatoes and not a cloissonne floor lamp with a marabou shade) and the tomatoes were pretty perfect. Still, I did not grow them myself. Working on that.
