After work, we went over the allotment, primarily to check on the tomatoes in the greenhouse. A lot of the tomatoes in the greenhouse are now starting to rot, but saying that we did still manage to harvest about 4 kilos.
Early this weekend we had already harvested about 2 kilos. So D had decided to make another batch of tomato soup mixing yellow tomatoes with red ones. It was a brownish colour at first, but as the days have gone by the colour of the soup had deepened. That is one full jug of soup, should be a pot really, but this was the only way we were able to fit it into a really full fridge. I have had this soup everyday for lunch. I think there is a bowlful left, I wonder if it's going to be my lunch or his tomorrow?
Whilst D picked the tomatoes, I paid a quick visit over to plot 11, as I was walking back, I bumped into Fitzy. He asked me would I like some more plums as they were literally dropping of his tree. Of course, I said 'yes', but in return I asked would he like some tomatoes, as we are pretty much drowning in them. He smiled and said 'how can I refuse such a beautiful offer'. Fitzy is such a charmer. So in exchange for some plums, we shared half of the tomatoes with Fitzy and gave about 500g to our elderly neighbour Nessie who has been loving them and accused us of spoiling her. That makes both me and D smile inside and outside.
Anyway, here I am now at home looking at the about 2 kilos tomatoes and about 3 kilos of plums, scratching my noggin and wondering what to do with them next: maybe some sauce with the tomatoes; and chutney and jam this time with the plums - or should it be more sweet delights. Mmmm let me think about it.