So my tomatoes don't get very big before they become ripe. They're about the size of a quarter, and smaller than Figment's foot.
Based on our amazing powers of deduction, my Dad and I have determined that they are
Sweet 100's. He saved the plastic container inserts from last year, and those were the only cherry type tomatoes he grew. My plant is the offspring of his plant. I ate the tomato before I found out what they were called, and found it to be sweeter than the average cherry tomato. The name fits.
Figment found it to be more fun to play with than a larger tomato. She doesn't make a very good photography assistant. She always wants to play with the props. I have more about to ripen outside that I'll probably enjoy later on this week.
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