The green tomatoes in the garage are slowly ripening. The taste won't compare to that of deep-red fruits plucked ripe from the vine, but it's still nice to have plentiful fresh tomatoes.
I'm always sad on the autumn day I'm forced to admit that it's no longer worth trying to protect outdoor tomato plants from fall frosts. Knowing it will be many months before next year's vine-ripe tomatoes, I gather in all unblemished green fruits to squirrel away in the garage. I suppose anyone who loves fried green tomatoes doesn't dread the harvest of green fruits like I do, but I much prefer my tomatoes red.