On a horticultural note, I was surprised that the tomatillos in my garden start small (of course) but are encased in parchment-like shells that are much LARGER than the fruit inside. The fruit is now growing rapidly to fit the big shells, but as you can see from this shot, there’s still a lot of empty space in there. I’m guessing the shell is to protect the young fruit from insect or other predators.

On a generally related note, I woke up powerfully in the mood for fried green tomatoes, which The Wife kindly whipped up. Cornmeal, white flour, egg, some cayenne and paprika.

I ate probably a pound of these this morning. They were so good. As you can see in this shot, the fresh tomato is a layer of first harvest emerald deliciousness, cuddled by crispiness, fantastic.

Wondering if tomatillos could be similarly deployed.
Hammond
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