It was good.

Fried Sage Leaves, with goat cheese and Sea Salt.


Pickled Watermelon Rind. Crunchy and slightly sweet, with a nice savory undertone, no doubt the work of the cloves, ginger and cardamon. Definitely worth the effort and the wait. I will be making them again.


The loaded table. Turkey and all the trimmings. Many of which got sent home in a second cooler purchased just for us to bring it all home in. Our freezer is officially stocked for weeks to come….

And my dessert contributions. The pecan pie was declared perfect looking as it came out of the oven Wednesday night. The pumpkin pie came from the volunteer pumpkin from our garden. Both were quite tasty if I do say so myself.
And now to gear up for the next round…..

Garden Notes Upon the End of the Season.

I had every intention of ripping out the dead garden yesterday, as we got our first hard freeze on Tuesday, but after spending the morning teaching my friend Rebecca to knit and playing with her sweet twin baby girls and not sleeping well the night before, I decided a nap was a better idea. And then I got caught up doing stuff around the house, like putting laundry away and cleaning bathrooms, even though I swear, didn’t I just clean them both? How does a room that you’re supposed to get clean in get so dirty so fast??!?!
Anyway, Pat got home from work on the early side, and Edie was at soccer practice and then going to dinner with friends (That girl really does have her own, very busy social schedule), so we decided we should take advantage of the afternoon and walk up to McGrady’s and have pitchers and nachos. You know, the same thing we do every time we get a few kid free hours together. As we headed out, I took the opportunity to survey the grounds. I saw this:
New growth on the lilac. I have long wanted a lilac, just as I want rose bushes. Our property gets light, in certain spots. Mostly, by the side of the road. The best spot is reserved for my vegetable garden. The rest is sort of hit and miss and always getting rearranged. I planted that lilac a few years ago in what I thought would be a good spot, but it didn’t do much. At one point, I thought I’d killed it. I moved it this spring into what I thought would be a better spot, and then, after both freakishly weird microbursts this spring that brought down about half the trees in the ‘hood, and definitely a few around it, it did seem to be happier. I watered it daily for months, carrying a bucket out there every day. And yesterday, as we headed out, I saw it had new growth. Yay.

Out the back door, I noticed a spot of green in the middle of where I know I’ve planted nothing, Pat has worked hard to cut back, rip out and cover with mulch. I realized I must have thrown some big garden clippings down there at some point, because it looked suspiciously like arugula:

Indeed, upon closer inspection it was! How flipping cool is that? Perfect to cook with or make into pesto. I love volunteer gardens. I love that it sprung up somewhere previously unclaimed. Perhaps that’s where I start digging a new bed next?

And then Pat pointed out that it might be time to rip out the vegetable garden, which I assured him that it was on my agenda for the weekend. (Never mind that I had Thursday off because it was Veteran’s day and Friday off because that’s always my day off and both days, I was home alone until he got home from work about 5 each day, because Edie went home with friends after school both days and yet, had managed to not accomplish that.).

So, this morning after soccer, I went out there.

Definitely time. Oh, my beautiful, bountiful garden….ripping you out every fall is the cruelest part of a season I already don’t like.

I realized I hadn’t checked my radishes lately. They were ginormous.

And deformed. They will probably taste very woody, but hey, we’ll try them anyway. I also pulled all my carrots out, the last of the beans, pulled every tomato off the vine, the last of the squash and peppers and bonus, I found one small golden cherry tomatillo that I’ve already cut up to harvest the seeds to bolster what I already harvested this year. All told, here’s the harvest:


Not too shabby. It must be close to 10 pounds of those stupid roma grape tomatoes I planted by mistake. Oh well, I’ll do something fun with them, even if they are little. Probably chutney. Most of them are green, so that’s probably my best bet. I’ll wrap some up in newspaper for us to have homegrown tomatoes for a little bit longer. Two nice sized crossbred butternut squash – I had a volunteer pumpkin, volunteer gourds and a volunteer butternut squash plant pop up. The gourds turned out okay, I got one pumpkin and then a slew of butternut squash that are pumpkin shaped on the outside with the butternut skin and coloring. And I must have forgotten to thin the carrots last spring, because there are mostly small ones. When they say those miniature carrots you buy at the grocery store don’t grow in nature, they lie, because I grow them quite well thank you very much. Sadly, only one row of carrots made it this year and I didn’t realize it until today. I plant my carrots inbetween my tomato plants. I read somewhere they make good companion plants and they really do. Since my garden is small, I like to utilize it as much as possible and plant everything on top of each other. I have a 9′ x 25′ plot and by the time I’m done cramming, you just cannot walk through it anymore, you can only access it from the sides by July. Once the tomatoes start spreading out, I don’t bother with the carrots until I rip out the entire garden and see how they did this year. I still have a decent enough crop to cook, puree and freeze for Edie’s birthday carrot cake. And that’s really all I expect out of my carrot crop. Anything else is just excessively delightful.


And there it is. My garden. *sigh*. I do have some baby greens in there, but everything else is done for the season.
A few notes and ideas for next year. The way the volunteer wandering squash plants grew, they did pretty well, without too much crowding other things out. I need to remember that and plant it that way on purpose next year. I need to be a bit more careful about reading the tags on the plants I buy, so I don’t end up with a billion roma grapes next year. And I need to remember to thin the carrots. The zinnias in the bed in front of the living room window attracted hummingbirds and butterflies galore all summer long. It was so nice to look out the window from this computer desk to see. It was an experiment that we decided last August was a permanent fix.
I still need to plant the yellow cone flowers I got last weekend from Mollie, so I still have some digging to do. And I should plant some bulbs…. a maybe a handful more lettuce seeds to pop up next February and March. And then, we’ll call it a season.

End of the Season.

Since last spring, I have had the distinct pleasure in having that view right there, looking out from Leni’s front porch, while I have enjoyed the most lovely, lively and inspirational conversations every Second Wednesday of the month.

I had met Leni once, while assisting her first canning class at the cooking school, but otherwise, showed up at my first Wednesday knowing not a soul, nor what to expect. Over the months, I have met a number of lovely people, who all share a love of food, real food and alot of respect for knowing how to do things by hand, yourself. In short, I have found a world of kindred spirits. I met Rowena, who’s magazine I have picked up for years, completely inspired by her monthly meal planner. I have gotten to know Leni, my hostess.

The first time I met her, it was apparent she had this amazing knowledge of cooking and gardening that I really, really wanted to be able to tap into, but she is also charismatic as hell. I was, and still am, completely in awe that she invites me to hang out. I’m really not sure what I can offer. I like me, and I think I’m a good time, but I’m always slightly touched when other people think that about me too. Call me slightly humble.

Every second Wednesday, we have sat on the porch and discussed cooking, canning, raising children and livestock, gardening, we have toured the gardens, we have tasted each other’s treats from the garden and oven. It has been something I have looked forward to every month. Every month, I have driven home, feeling completely inspired, like anything I want to do is possible. I just need to figure out WHAT. But I also sense that will come in time. The universe has put this in my path, it will put whatever it is I’m supposed to do next in my path too. It has a habit of bonking me over the head with things.

Last night was the last Second Wednesdays of the season. They’ll resume again in May and I don’t think I can wait. Rowena mentioned she might be agreeable to some sort of winter plan….in the meantime, I will miss my Second Wednesdays. And I am already, even more than usual, anxiously awaiting the arrival of next spring already.

It’s all one big experiment.

A friend gave me two of these ground cherry tomatillo plants. Not only have I never grown them before, I’ve never even heard of them, let alone tried them.

The first salsa I made with them was so-so. The second? Could have used alot more hot pepper. But I did notice they have a natural sweetness to them – similar to a mango. So, today’s experiment is to use them in a mango salsa recipe instead of the mango. I think it will be pretty tasty. Here’s hoping…

I look at gardening as an experiment. I try something and see what works. Growing different vegetables leads to experimenting in the kitchen – another favorite thing to do. It’s all just one great big experiment really.

Canning everything in sight.


It was a cool, grey weekend. I had a fridge full of seasonal goodness, some of which was fading fast, but most of which we had no hope of eating it all in time. So, I broke out the canner.
First up, ever since Ryan was here and sang my green bean pickle praises, I felt the urge to make a new batch this year. I don’t make them every year, we don’t eat them much, but we seem to have friends who love them and clear us out of all known inventory. I usually make them with basil from the garden. The other night, out at Leni’s, she gave me a handful of her lemon basil – she grows it, but doesn’t eat it. It has this incredibly wonderful lemon taste – I threw it in with some boiled, buttered potatoes the Friday night and it was out of this world – and I really wanted to see what it would do to some green bean pickles. So, a few jars of the pickles have the lemon basil and the rest are regular basil. I have some of the lemon basil left – I think it will make a fabulous pesto and I’m tossing around the idea of using it with artichokes in my artichoke lemon pesto….I definitely will be growing that next year, as I have lots of good ideas of how to use it…Gail suggested it with a nice sherbet as well.
Next up, were cherries. I love cherries, hands down next to apples my favorite fruit, but unlike apples, they don’t keep well, so there is a small window every year where you can get good cherries. And that window is fast closing. Normally I prefer all my produce be local, but for cherries, I make an exception. They just have to be grown in my hemisphere. As I’m getting tight on freezer space, I wanted to experiment – normally, I buy a big bag of cherries at the grocery store every week, eat a bunch, then chop and stew the rest, and freeze them, and then eat them in my yogurt all winter. I filled a pot with chopped cherries, stewed them up, and then canned them. We’ll see how they turn out. It’s a bigger portion than I usually freeze them in, so I’m thinking there might be a nice cherry cheesecake in our winter future….
And lastly, our peaches. Pat planted a peach tree in our front yard and we tend to battle the squirrels for them. This year, I actually got to pick an almost ripe one and realized we had a tree full of peaches….not quite ripe….and if I didn’t act, it wouldn’t last long. So, I picked every last one and watched gleefully not 20 minutes later some poor squirrel wander around the tree wondering what happened. Served them right. Anyway, having canned a mess of peaches last week, I needed to do something different. A comment a friend left on facebook the other day got me to thinking about making peach butter. All my attempts at jam have been a bomb, so as I read about making a fruit butter, I thought, oh yeah, I can do this. Even better, I found several overnight crockpot recipes that meant I wouldn’t damage any of my pots (I came very close to ruining a very nice and expensive stock pot by having the heat too high on one jam attempt.). I altered the recipe a bit, so I was totally winging it, but, it seems to have turned out okay, in fact, even better than okay.
I opted to go the no-spices route. These are peaches, and I wanted it to taste like peaches and not an apple butter wanna be. (I have no room for wanna-be’s anywhere in my life, but that’s an entirely different conversation.). So, I peeled and chopped all the peaches, filling my crock pot. The recipe I was vaguely following called for 1 cup of sugar per 5 peaches….about 15 peaches into it, I altered it. I think next time I’m going to try for 1 cup to maybe 10 peaches. I followed the suggestion of laying 2 butter knives across the top of the pot and then resting the top on that, to allow moisture to escape and your peaches to cook down. This recipe also suggested water, which I skipped, and I’m glad I did. I left them on low overnight. All the recipes I found said to cook them 6-12 hours, knowing mine were under ripe, I checked them about 4 hours in and realized, they needed much longer, went to bed, and by the time I got up to check them, they had been in there about 14 hours or so. They were cooked down quite a bit, but there was an awful lot of juice. I strained them and threw them in the blender to puree, adding just enough liquid to make that process easy. When it was all said and done, I had a big bowl of peach butter and a about 4 cups of Peach flavored simple syrup left over. Of course I canned all that, because that peach syrup will come in handy. Also, I admit, I hate to waste anything. Pat suggested the syrup would be good on pancakes, but I’m thinking more along the lines of a peach julep – like the mint version, only, using a peach syrup with my bourbon. Might have to try one later, as there was a smidgen of syrup that didn’t get canned….
All told, I put up 2 cases of produce and am feeling quite productive and pleased with myself. Up next, I think I might try watermelon rind pickles….I just happen to have a watermelon sitting there and a case of canning jars I just bought….any recipe suggestions? I have about 6 in my cookbook collection and can’t quite tell which one is best….

When life hands you peaches….

It felt like I spent all weekend dealing with produce. Friday, it was corn, beans and peaches. Saturday, it was tomatoes, tomatillos, and zucchini. Sunday, it was more peaches in the form of a good half bushel that landed on my front porch from a friend and then a nice pot of gumbo to use up whatever produce was left sitting in my fridge after the weekend’s work.
Since both freezers are close to full, I realized I was going to have to fire up the canner. My last attempt at canning involved tomatoes and while the first batch turned out okay, the next two batches had a jar explode both times, so I took a step back and wondered if I really do know what I’m doing when it comes to canning. Admittedly, not really. It’s like everything else I do, I just jump in and go for it and when I make a mistake, I try to learn from it.

These peaches were definitely seconds and free to me, so I couldn’t complain, but after spending a few solid hours chopping and cooking and preserving the two days previously, I just wasn’t in the mood for more, you know? But, certain members of my family love peaches and heck, they were free, this way I don’t have to go pick them or pay gobs of money for someone else to pick them, right? So, after the house cleared out (People seem to love to come visit us, not sure if it’s the location, the food or the company, but we have definitely been running a small B&B lately.) I got to work Sunday afternoon, dealing with the peaches.

I peel them by dropping them in hot water for a few minutes, then cold water. Last summer, I came up with a new trick of using a cooler to submerge them in cold water and then that frees up my big bowls for the chopping part. I highly recommend it if you haven’t tried this before.

Just in the nick of time, our Sunday night company arrived, one of whom has lots of experience in the arts of preserving food, and he most gratefully jumped in and lent a hand to the gumbo process so I could finish getting the peaches put up. The first round went beautifully, but the second round? A jar exploded. I had taken the time and inspected each jar this go round, and for the life of me am just so confounded by this problem. Really? Three times in a row? My canning partner suggested that the water was TOO hot, that I should just cool the water down a bit and start over. Which I did and the second batch turned out beautifully too. I am now reminded why I like to can with someone else and someone that I haven’t taught to can – because I’m still learning too. My confidence is restored in my ability to can. I’m ready for the next round…..I was reminded the other day I do make some mean Pickled Green Beans. That might be next up.

Nature 2, Me, 0.

I took the last antibiotic for my lyme’s disease last Wednesday morning. The night before, feeling my old energetic self, I cleaned up some of my flower beds from the last big storm. I hacked back the flattened daisies, ripped out some weeds, picked up alot of sticks and definitely did not notice what all I was grabbing, nor did I wear gloves. Came inside, wiped the sweat off me and watched a movie with my girl. Took a shower before I went to bed, but it was too late. By the next night, I was covered – arms, legs, belly, behind my knees, inbetween my fingers and worst of all, all over my face. The next morning, bright & early I was at the doctor’s office to get my steroid prescription, which then had me all over the place. The week before it was all I could do feed my family. This week? Well, I can’t sew or knit because of the poison and frankly, with Nature 2, Becky 0, I’m not itching to work in the yard right now, no pun intended, but man oh man, when that doctor warned me I’d be fighting the urge to clean out the attic at 2 am, she wasn’t kidding.
Instead, I’ve been cooking and baking up a storm. Gumbo, zucchini bread by the batch, cookies, ratatouille….and finally catching up on some reading. Someone dared me I couldn’t finish “Infinite Jest”. I’ve been picking it up and putting it back down for long periods of time over the last year. This last week, I have read almost 400 pages of it, almost 200 of them in one day.
Not alot of crafting going on, but I have been enjoying sitting under a tree reading. Which might possibly be my most favorite thing of all to do and something that feels incredibly lazy at times. Maybe nature was telling me I needed to do that more.
Don’t mess with Mother Earth. Clearly.

Growth

Well June, you flew by. Between crazy microbursts and roadtrips that started out as a 3 day trip and extended themselves into a week and a nice case of Lyme’s Disease, June became a blur.
However, the oakleaf hydrangea definitely sprouted some new leaves. Every other plant I’ve put in recently is struggling thanks to no rain and hot temperatures for a few weeks now. They’ve been babied and watered as much as the hydrangea but this is the only plant to show the love. Maybe because this plant knows I was dared I couldn’t make it grow….

Sentimental Garden

I just find something so therapeutic about digging in the dirt. How I got through last winter was telling myself I was prepping for spring’s digging by ‘digging’ that snow. I just love to dig. I’m not the sort of person who thinks ahead of time what a spot should look like, I just decide I’m going to go dig it up and will sort it out later. I’ll move a little of this and a little of that there and just see how it goes. Because that is how happy digging makes me. My dear husband has finally figured this out I think, as he now points out where he thinks we should focus next time I feel like digging.

When I dig up a spot, I generally don’t think too hard about what is going in it. I dug up the front bed last spring and I can say, it has since become a catch all. It has yet to develop a definite plan, but it does have some anchor plants with the oakleaf hydrangea (it’s growing thank you very much) and the rose bush and some ferns in the shady corner. I like to move things around. I rearrange alot.

Most of my plants have been gifts. We’ve bought some good stuff, but being the sort of person who digs a spot and then has to fill it in, I tend to try to notice what does well (and where) in other people’s gardens. And when I meet fellow gardeners, I ask alot of questions. Take alot of mental notes. And sometimes get lucky enough to be handed something they just rip out something extra of and say, “Here, try this”. This year has been a banner year for gift plants. Both the vegetable and flower gardens have benefited from friends. I’ve gotten any number of good things and I must admit, I’ve improved my gardening knowledge a great deal along the way.

I got to visit one of my most favorite and inspirational gardening friends recently, and came home with a most glorious haul. I stuck some of her red bee balm among my pink. I also stuck some russian sage near my pink yarrow that I moved (It was getting choked out by the red echinacea. Which really isn’t red, but more orange. And I think that’s getting choked out by the daisies, so I’ll be moving that soon no doubt. I like to rearrange.). And some chocolate joe pye weed I put near the ferns in the shady half of the front bed catch all.

I think what I like the most about my gift garden is that I remember fondly when I acquired each plant – I have some of my most favorite people growing out there. I love that I have hostas from Andoreda, mint that was on the table at Jamie & Laura’s wedding, Anna’s bee balm, tomatillos from William & Sally and pepper seedlings from seeds that Kevin sent me. We have trees that were our Christmas tree the month before Edie was born, when it was just the two of us, and the tree we had for her first Christmas. We have azaleas and blueberry bushes and hydrangeas and rhododendrons that were Mother’s day gifts. There’s a peach tree to celebrate a wedding anniversary and for the life of me, I cannot remember what the cherry tree was for, but it marked some occasion.

Come to think of it, what I think I like the most about my garden is the amount of love planted in it.

Making things grow.

Once upon a time, in a land far away, Pat planted an oakleaf hydrangea. Everytime we pass by the old house when we are visiting friends there, he sighs. He talks about how he’d like to get another one. So, in swapping some plants with a friend, I noticed he had an oakleaf hydrangea. And it had a tiny offspring next to it. So, I grabbed it. It had the tinest root, but it was a root. I brought it home and stuck it in the ground. It didn’t do much, but it didn’t die either. Pat looked at it rather skeptically, telling me they are hard to get established when they are that small. I have been watering it every day and when Pat emptied the compost bin the other night, I took some and dumped it on the hydrangea. It has noticeably perked up since. It’s still small, I am not declaring victory yet, but, I haven’t killed it yet either. When it sprouts new growth, I’ll let you know.
And then there is the rose bush. It was a gift when we bought the house. We have alot of shade and what sun we do get, I prefer to use for things like tomatoes. (Priorities you know.) I’ve moved it over the years, hoping this spot will be sunnier than the last,but then trees grew and turned out that spot wasn’t sunnier. I noticed that since losing some limbs this winter, a spot in the front bed that might work. I ripped out the entire bed (it was covered in looseneck goosestrife) and in the process, moved the rose bush again. I cut it back hard and replanted it. It did nothing. I watered it every day, nothing. A month passed, nothing. I gave up and started ignoring it. Then, when I was out checking on the nearby hydrangea, I noticed the tinest new leaf on the stubs sticking out of the ground. Each day, it’s gotten a little bit bigger. This one I will declare victory over. I didn’t kill my rosebush after all.
Of course, the zinnias and cosmos I planted nearby are now taking alot of it’s sun. Maybe that’s why it came back – it got used to shade.
I think that’s what I like the most about gardening. It’s all a giant experiment.