Woohoo For Growing Something I Can't Eat Raw!

Raw tomatoes are too acidic for me.  As well as grapes.  And oranges.  I wonder if it has something to do with my allergy to guava?  Who knows.  The body is weird.  It's reactions are even more bizarre.

Moving on...

I wanted to take a moment to show off the last remaining plants I have living in my raised bed seeing as how I've lost nearly everything else to my murderous black thumb.

Here's my raised bed July 2nd.

Everything was green and tiny.  Even the Pumpkin was still alive but puny.   The back left are Sun Gold tomatoes.  They were received as a gift already fairly large.  This was when it had about doubled in size.

In the center was the last Roma tomato plant that I grew from seed.  The right was a purchased New Mexico Green Chili plant.  

It's against all that's natural and good to not grow green chili when you live in New Mexico.  It is just plain wrong.

I think.

Here's the raised bed as of this morning from a similar angle.

Yep!  I CAN GROW STUFF!  WOOHOO!  I ROCK!  I AM AWESOME!  I DIDN'T KILL IT!

Oh... you're still here.

*nervous clearing of throat*

Check out all those little tomatoes!

See!  I can do it!  The Sun Golds are looking good.

Apparently they are rather haunted.

*shudders at the site of orbs*

Look out behind you, by the way.

Green chili's are starting to get little buds, too.

No orbs here.  It's just the sun golds.  What's up with that?  Maybe it had something to do with these guys that Deebo caught about two weeks ago.

See.

Here's another one in Deebo's little hand because Diva and I shared this reaction to the idea of picking them off the plant.

Yeah.  That's pretty much how I felt about it.  DISGUSTING little creatures!  Even though they are kinda' cool looking.  Still don't need to touch them though.  That's what children are for.  I have no idea how I'm going to slaughter a chicken someday.  I don't think the rugrats will handle that one on their own.  Just a thought.

Deebo pulled off six of these hornworms and managed to only injure one of them.  Of course, we thought torture was a better idea.  So we threw them in this Chinese soup take-out container, poked some holes in the top, threw in some leaves and let them bake on the kitchen window sill over my sink for a week.  We finally set them free on the brink of death out by a bush in my front yard (not the courtyard).

By a bush where a bunch of rabbits live.

Now I have orbs around my Sun Gold tomatoes.

I get it.  I deserve it.

But WOOHOO for growing something I can't eat raw anyway!

*puzzled look*