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The next generation

My pursuit of delicious awesomeness, coupled with my determination to singlehandedly bring down Big Vegetable through growing my own vegetables, has lead me to the next obvious phase of gardening. Harvesting seeds. Not only do I cackle with triumph over being able to grow vegetables and thereby deprive supermarkets of my many dollars, I cast suspicious eyes at seed sellers and the whole professional gardening supply industry. Actually, this isn’t so much about challenging anybody as it is about my inability to move beyond kindy-level botany. Plants make seeds, seeds make plants. I have plants, therefore I have seeds, therefore I (will) have plants. Yay! When’s little lunch?

Tomatoes, as you have no doubt noticed, carry their seeds in that blobby crap in the middle. They’re like fruit with frogspawn. If you want those seeds, you gotta earn them. Take your lush, ripe, delectable, sexoluscious specimen…

Whole

and halve around the equator (a katana works best for this task, obviously):

Halves

Then take ye a spoon and get mining:

Dig

Which leaves:

Purged! Tada!

This you can munch on with equanimity.  (Retrospectively, I should have stuffed it with basil and bocconcini and grilled it, but we all have regrets to live with.) Meanwhile. This is the weird bit. You take your seedspawn and shove it in a wee jar with some water, and then loosely-lid it. You don’t tighten the lid because you want fresh air to circulate a bit because you are fermenting your seedspawn.

*squelch*

Kooky. If I’ve understood the instructions I’ve read online, then this process gets rid of all the spawn and leaves you with the seeds, and also kills off any potential seed-stalking viruses that could be lurking in the seedspawn. Take that, predators! After a few days in a warm jar of water, I will strain and rinse my seeds, then spread them on some coffee filter paper (or something…actually, it’ll probably be an old handkerchief or socks or something) and let them dry another few days. I suspect I want them super dry, like parched picked-by-the-buzzards bone dry, because otherwise they risk getting mouldy while in storage. Stay tuned.

and now we wait...

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