I just can't resist telling this story! Many years ago, a friend invited my wife and I to a picnic. There were about 50 people there. Beer, fresh catfish and trout frying in cast iron pans, a big butcher kettle over a wood fire loaded with kettle meat from last falls butchering. It was a great time we had here in the hills of PA. Come about 7:00 pm that evening just as the picnic was beginning to wind down, he ask me: would you like some tomatoes to take home??? Well being the tomato lover that I am, I said: yep, sure would! He then preceded to lead my wife and myself up a hill to a big flat field full of weeds about chest high. Them weed had to be at least 3 maybe 4 foot high. After a bit of searching around he said: yep here they are. Tomatoes sprawling all over the ground in every direction and some of the most beautiful tomatoes I've ever seen. We left the picnic on a grateful note with a grocery bag which contained at least 30 tomatoes and they were great! All grown in a weed field. Can you imagine that?
Rich