And when these motherfuckers finish their bath, that is the last of the ... oh no. I just remembered the catsup.
I was so happy thinking that I wasn't going to have to deal with these specific tomatoes anymore, but... nope.
It wasn't even the end of tomatoes altogether, as I have to deal with the green and ripening selection from the garden.
I need to remember how wonderful these will be in January, and make it my mantra or something.