The Husband was chatting with Mr Neighbour this morning – they have made over fifty jars of lutenitsa so far this year. We have made twenty. Our tomato plants are pants.
The toms are good, but productivity is way down. Last season we were picking a couple of buckets a day; this season, we are lucky to get a bucketful every two days.
Mr Neighbour sympathised and invited us in for a commiseratory Rakia. We passed on the booze and had a coffee instead. As we were leaving, Mrs Neighbour insisted we take some of their tomatoes.
We picked enough to make another dozen or so jars of lutenitsa and skipped home happy as pigs in clover.
But that was not the end of our neighbour’s kindness. People have been popping in and dropping off spare tomatoes for us all day.
Thanks to the generosity of the village people (YMCA!), we will have our 50 jars along with a gallon of homemade Brown Sauce.
Our smiles are so wide you can see our tonsils.