I didn't really think six plants would be too many (and I still don't), but I'm resorting to cooking some of my babies. I suppose giving extras to the neighbors might be a nice thing to do, but (wait, do you even know me? nice?).
Lisa at Miz Untitled is dealing with the harvest from her 20 (!) plants by roasting them for the freezer. How selfish of her! I'm going to do the same thing.
This casserole contains cut-up, oiled-up tomatoes of all six varieties from my vines, just about to pop into the oven. I'll show you "after" pictures -- uh -- after. Those green areas are not so much underripe (though I may have picked one that wasn't quite ready); it's that the Black Prince and Black Krim varieties have what they call "green shoulders."
Meanwhile, Senator Frist has reversed himself on the stem cell issue, and a buncha folks over at The News Blog (you know: Gilliard; scroll down) are trying to guess what changed his mind. Well, I'm no doctor, but I'm guessing that Dr. Bill watched a video of himself and decided the trial balloon his eyes seemed to be following was a lead balloon. Not wishing his presidential ambitions to remain in a persistent vegetative state, he pulled the plug on the fundamentalists. Whatever. Thanks, Senator.