Ladies and Gentlemen, I have grown a Black Prince tomato. Well, Husband and I have. From Chef Ben's plants. He is tasty and good. I am happy to say he is 100 times better than the one I bought from Chef yesterday. I don't know the farmer who grew that one so I don't feel bad about my hubris.
I grew a darn yummy tomato! And soon I shall have many, many more. Those green zebras - they take forever but are worth it (they are one of the last to begin to ripen, and ours don't have the biggest sunny patch in the yard). My tomato will soon be famous, as I wrote a freelance article on tomatoes and his picture (sliced) will be in the article! Husband and I have noticed that something has been nibbling on our tomatoes, and we have decided to leave the nibbled-on tomatoes on the vine in hopes the nibble will revisit them instead of destroying new ones. It seems to be working at least a little. I have proved that I do not have a totally brown thumb!
Here he is, the meaty and savory Black Prince, in all of his tomatoey glory: