Anyone trying to grow antything in south west France in this summer of 2007 had a struggle as a cold wet summer led to high levels of various diseases damaging vines, fruit trees and the walnut crop. However at Le Port a very special tomato appeared...
It claimed to be the metamorphosis of the Deputy President of a once proud nation, transformed as a result of displeasing a divinity in a way unclear but undoubtedly Ovidian in character. Difficult to determine the tale because as all the devil tomato will say is "press the red one, NOW!"
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In an effort to preserve this ripe old fruit it has been transfered to a jar full of our neighbour Marcel's Eau de Vie. It seems to be working (if you have ever drunk Marcel's Eau de Vie you would not be surprised) as two months after picking it is as red and as turgid as on its first day free of its parent, and here to prove its resiliance is a photograph with the fruit sitting in an egg cup...
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Is this the result of a virus or wot? Does anyone know the tale of this tomato?
