Back in May, we were given three heirloom tomato plants by a friend of a friend who had grown them from seed in his East Village apartment.  We decided to keep the plants in the city, where we could water them more frequently.

Two of them didn’t make it through the heat wave of June.  One little guy persisted.  By August, he’d grown pretty tall, but only had a few flowers.  Anuj thought it was dunzo.  I had faith.  We continued to water him (it?).

By September, the tomatoes appeared.  More followed.  At one point I counted 14.  We just needed them to ripen before it got too cold.  Last night it was time to harvest.

Allow me to present: our very first tomatoes.  Ever.

Better late than never.

(now what to do with them…)