Maybe it’s my Mennonite roots, but I had a vegetable garden long before I knew that it made me a 21st century saint. I have always eaten local and nearly organic, except for the Miracle Gro I use on my pepper plants to help them compete with their southern cousins. This year I planted 70 tomato plants, hoping that the sheer volume would overcome the threat of blossom end rot. If they all stay disease free, I’ll have enough tomatoes to feed my neighbors or take my revenge. Like LeBron, I’m keeping my options open.