I'm a little (ok, a LOT) jealous of my parents' garden right now. My beautiful Abe Lincoln and German Johnson tomato plants, lovingly purchased from the recent Birmingham Botanical Gardens' Spring Sale, WERE doing wonderfully. Growing taller by the day, putting out dozens of little yellow flowers, and then the aphids came.
I tried to love my planet and be all natural - I doused the nasty little things in insecticidal soap. I tried remedies online involving herbs and tobacco juice and just about anything else I could find. Nothing worked. My tomatoes wilted. Leaves turned brown. Blooms dried up and fell off.
Needless to say, my last garden center visit ended with me bringing home a giant canister of Sevin Dust. Sorry, Mother Earth. I almost had a Towanda moment on the aphids as I triumphantly scattered the dust over the plants and (oops) my bare feet.
Anyway, my parents' garden is looking SPECTACULAR. The tomato plants are healthy and lush (Dad attributes a lot of this to Alabama's own Bonnie fertilizer, and, yes, I bought some when I went on the Sevin Dust quest). They've got tomatoes, lots of them, but they're still green. There's peppers and tons of cucumbers, too. Meanwhile, I've got a few peppers, but, sadly, no tomatoes. My parents' garden is DEFINITELY beating mine right now.
I took some of their best looking green tomatoes with only one thing in mind: Fried. Green. Tomatoes.
Alabamians know all about Fried Green Tomatoes. And the Whistle Stop Cafe (which is actually the Irondale Cafe). And Fannie Flagg. So, needless to say, we know how to cook 'em, too :)