Post by canadamike on Sept 17, 2010 13:01:11 GMT -5
The title says it all. I know the man has named tomatoes for 57 years, but maybe he is getting bored with it. Folks, I bought a very good camera and will provide you soon with loads of pictures, but meanwhile, I am in a break, trying to be able to cook all the tomatoes I got from TOM WAGNER, a man who decidedly needs help in the tomato naming game ;D
I'll give you a few exemples, tomatoes are cooking and I have to can in a few minutes...
The perfect proof that Tom needs help in naming ;D: given its production, kind of mindbogling, and maybe the need for the common housewife for a larger window I would call it:
GARAGE DOOR DRESSING.
When you see the abundance of the crop you will understand. Pictures coming.
SWEET CASSIDY:
What a bad name. Apart from the taste, there is nothing sweet about that tomato. It is a giant plant.YOU WILL FIND SWEET CASSIDY'S TOMATOES 12 FEET AWAY FROM THE PLANT. It is an incredible rooter. It even roots ''PROFUSELY'' ( no kidding) from the fruit trusses themselves.
It is so productive ithurts your back, and there ain't nothing sweet about it
The old ones here know I got separated from a wife who did lot like gardening last year, so forgive me for the suggested name:
MARITAL BLISS
It is simple: by the time you get to the end of the plant, you can't hear the ever bitching wife yell at you, she is too far away
And then there is the last one: MAKE MY DAY. Well...MAKE MY DAY MY ASS...
You know Tom, I worked hard for us to go to France ;D ;D you owe me one:
I suggest KILL MY DAY, because by the time I ended up clearing the 2 - 40 foot rows of diverse MMD F-3 or crosses, I came back home with ( this is funny but true, not a joke ) cramps in the lower back, the thighs and the arch of the foot. The bloody fucking arch of the foot
We are on the sprawling system, with loads of hay, but the vines are so huge and the branches so numerous that where you put your feet is a strategic thing. And situations like that are never good for aging bodies ;D
You could also call it MICHEL'S MULTIPLE CRAMPS, you ol'bugger
I'll give you a few exemples, tomatoes are cooking and I have to can in a few minutes...
The perfect proof that Tom needs help in naming ;D: given its production, kind of mindbogling, and maybe the need for the common housewife for a larger window I would call it:
GARAGE DOOR DRESSING.
When you see the abundance of the crop you will understand. Pictures coming.
SWEET CASSIDY:
What a bad name. Apart from the taste, there is nothing sweet about that tomato. It is a giant plant.YOU WILL FIND SWEET CASSIDY'S TOMATOES 12 FEET AWAY FROM THE PLANT. It is an incredible rooter. It even roots ''PROFUSELY'' ( no kidding) from the fruit trusses themselves.
It is so productive ithurts your back, and there ain't nothing sweet about it
The old ones here know I got separated from a wife who did lot like gardening last year, so forgive me for the suggested name:
MARITAL BLISS
It is simple: by the time you get to the end of the plant, you can't hear the ever bitching wife yell at you, she is too far away
And then there is the last one: MAKE MY DAY. Well...MAKE MY DAY MY ASS...
You know Tom, I worked hard for us to go to France ;D ;D you owe me one:
I suggest KILL MY DAY, because by the time I ended up clearing the 2 - 40 foot rows of diverse MMD F-3 or crosses, I came back home with ( this is funny but true, not a joke ) cramps in the lower back, the thighs and the arch of the foot. The bloody fucking arch of the foot
We are on the sprawling system, with loads of hay, but the vines are so huge and the branches so numerous that where you put your feet is a strategic thing. And situations like that are never good for aging bodies ;D
You could also call it MICHEL'S MULTIPLE CRAMPS, you ol'bugger