Remember back when I had the seedlings? I had more than I could fit in my available tomato-growing space, so I took the overflow in to work and distributed them to some of my coworkers. One went to Joanna, who lives in somewhat-sunnier Fremont and has an actual garden, and look! A tomato!
(Cucumbers also from her garden, not my doing.)
According to her, the plant has produced several fruit, most of which have been eaten straight off the vine by her children. I find this very gratifying.
Plus, now I at least know what they’re supposed to look like.