My neighbors make fun of me every year when I plant tomatoes so early (the mantra up here is not until after Labor Day - it's tradition, the way it's always been done).
To them I say nyah, nyah, nayah. They're still weeks away from getting theirs.
To myself I cringe, realizing that my early planted tomatoes that do well EVERY YEAR are a sign of The Oncoming Storm of Global Climate Change.
On a more cheerful note - these were tasty after a winter of not having fresh tomatoes.
Sorry, Husband, you'll have to wait for the next ones to ripen.