Upon recently returning from almost two weeks of vacation (pictures coming), I thought it best to go check up on my tomatillos and the other things at my grandma's. It's a good thing I did. I think almost all the plants there are out of control! And not in a bad way; they are just the size of plants that have been mutated by "THE OOZE" in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (FO REAL). The zuchini plants are literally up to my chest and produce zuchini squash that only the "ooze" could have produced. Exhibit A:
It truly is the width of a female thigh and the true length of an adult femur. I was blown away, as were other fellow wymountonians. I was thrilled to bring home lots of fresh, home-grown produce though. Exhibit B:
And yes, under those giant, mutated-by-the-ooze tomatoes are my humble little tomatillos--small in size but great in number (don't worry the big ones are still filling in and they are BIG and there are lots of them too). It was my first harvest. Pure joy. While contemplating all of the many life's lessons I could mention that I learned from my growing the tomatillos from seed, nurturing them, transplanting them, trusting nature to care for them, seeing them grow up so big and plentiful, and at last harvesting and the different times of life (sowing and reaping), I thought it best to simply comment on the real miracle of manure.
It was in fact no mutant ooze that produced such astounding results, but rather a truck load of carefully loaded, fresh, cow manure (thanks to Anthony, Mark, and Myself). It was rather exhilarating at the time, but now that its harvest time the true miracle is seen. Who needs that artificial, chemically-engineered fertilizer? Why not go green (or a nice shade of greenish-brown)? Grandma always trusted the ol' manure trick, and now I can honestly say I do too. It works miracles.
SO......back to my tomatillo success. Here they are; Exhibit C:

I don't know if it's my drive for success, or my business oriented mind (gotta bring home the bacon....or is it bread?) but the thought struck me that it would be nice to be able to bottle my famously authentic SALSA VERDE. I ran to the store and bought some cute little jars and some s****** chiles (come on now, I'm not going to reveal the secrets) and some small little dot stickers to differentiate the mild from medium and hot. It was kinda hard doing it all by myself (mass producing that is, and getting the jars ready while I was supposed to be watching everything cook) but it really wasn't too bad. And someone already swiped their very first jar of authentic, home grown SALSA VERDE (you're welcome Greg). Maybe I'm a visionary, or maybe I am just bored these few days until school starts, but this could be big someday. Exhibit D:

And if you don't believe me on how good it is, you better get yourself a jar. I honestly thought the HOT was the best (but then again I am partially bias to true authenticity). Here, have a close up; Exhibit E:

And there you have it. GO GREEN. Literally. With both the miracle of manure and a fresh bottle of my home grown, basically made by a mexican, SALSA VERDE.