Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
How lovely. Did you manage to fetch it one with a yard broom?
Enchanting! By the way, this is irrelevant to this post, but, are you really a "grower of possibly the finest tomatoes in Western Europe"?? I'm growing heirloom varieties here in Romania, and probably the only one stupid enough to do so. Wanna compare notes?
Welcome aboard Mr Dilo. My brother spent some time in Romania once and brought me as a souvenir two 2 litre Coca-Cola bottles filled with Tuica and I've never felt quite the same since. With regard to my tomatoes I grow "Cuore di Bue", essentially beefsteak. The cultivar is unknown. They are sublime. If you want to go head to head I am a regular competitor at the Washed-Up Expat Tomato Growing Pan-European Championships, to be held this year at the Anton Bruckner Exhibition Centre, Vienna. See you there?
I promise you Gadjo, Ron does grow the finest toms around. Wafer thin skin that seems to dissolve in the mouth and packed full of delicious juice. Best I've ever had, and I've had some.Nice butterfly Ron. Did you stick a pin through its head and exhibit it on the wall?
I bloody well hate bugs...all of them.
Mr Combo, I may very well take you up on that exciting challenge. I grow Pink Brandywine, Black Russian and Purple Cherokee: first is a beefsteak, good, but not quite as sweet as I expected; the other two I'm trying out because I know Romanians are traditionalists and won't eat a tomato unless it's red, so there'll be more for me. Yeah, ţuică is great - it's a symbol of quality if the bottle comes with a dead rat floating in it!
Gadj, as one of your oldest and closest etherfriends, may I append a word of counsel? You may try to engage Mr Combo in discourse, on any subject you choose, but he will not return the favour. See how I have courted him this twelve-month, and yet not a single word appears on my glamorous site? I hardly think your tomatoes are going to swing it, no offence.
Gadjo: I've smoked some Black Russians but not eaten them, and my Great-grandfather was chased by a Purple Cherokee.Mrs Pouncer: you do NOT want to see Ron swinging his tomatoes........
Mr Affer, you are wrong. I do want to see Ron's swinging toms, and he has promised me some 10 x 8s under plain cover. It is a niche interest, admittedly, but here in the glorious Thames Valley we take our pleasures where we find them.
The problem, dear Mrs Pouncer, is that your site is impenetrable. Unlike my tomatoes, which are utterly yielding to the softest touch.
Goodness sake. Calm down or I'll have to take the garden hose to both of you.
Mrs Pouncer, lovely to find you here too! Thanks for the warning but Big Ron actually visited my site before I visited his, though I've no idea if that was just a one-off raid to pimp my tomato expertise.
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