The first frost warning of the year is always a sad day on the wee homestead. It’s the day we officially give up on the last of the summer tomatoes that seem tantalizingly close to ripening.
But they won’t go to waste. Hubby picked a bowl full of green fruit that will go into a pot of the traditional Southern relish, chow chow.
Most of them, that is. A few might have to be set aside for a batch of, well, you know.