Never tell anyone who your tomato overflow person is…
We planted five tomato plants. The counters and fridge are teeming with tomatoes. I have several neighbors who put in at least a dozen plants, no wonder they have so many.
Our tomatoes are coming in faster than greyhounds after a rabbit and so are all the neighbors’. Neighbors are scrambling to get rid of them and they are all getting the same response, “I already have a ton of tomatoes.”
I’ve made salsa, tomato sauce, and relish. We’ve had so many BLTS that they are coming out our ears. (I’m not complaining I love BLTs.) I have two people I give my overflow to before the harvest fills every shelf of the fridge and my entire counter top. Shhh, don’t tell anyone but my next door neighbor and my MIL are our tomato people. They welcome our surplus with glee. Dear Hubby takes a basket of grape tomatoes and a couple of the Big Boys over to his mom once a week. My next door neighbor has Big Boy tomatoes whenever she desires them.
When other neighbors complain that have no one left to give their tomatoes to I suggest taking them to the soup kitchens.
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Doggonedmysteries 
You bring back memories – the entire Atlanta area was full to overflowing with eggplants and zucchinis – people sneaked around in the middle of the night leaving them on doorsteps.
I was putting together a basket of veggie goodies from my yard to give to our new next door neighbors who moved in too late to have a garden, when the doorbell rang.
Yup – it was our new neighbors with a HUGE basket of garden goodies from their old garden. Bless their hearts, they saw me in my garden and thought it wasn’t large enough for our needs. Turns out theirs was a half acre.
We had a good laugh over that, and backyards combined had wonderful gardens for the next few years.
Ah, yes the old vegetable hit and run. When I had my huge vegetable garden I was in competition with another neighbor as to who could unload their excess on the neighborhood first. 😉
if i was closer i would take some off your hands
Sweetie, if you lived close by I’d make sure you got some.