Tales from Easement Acres
I know I settled on “Feist Choke”, but “Jew Choke” just stuck better.
No matter. True to their botanical descriptions, they have done well with very little care, even in the drought we had. I did not harvest any this year, preferring to give them a free year to establish themselves. So far so good, and they have even managed to flower.
It looks like an unremarkable weed, which is how most native plants look.
I have nothing pithy to add.
–Simon
Ah the tomatillo – the tomato wannabe that’s forever doomed to live in the shadow of its more popular and better-looking brother. So sad that I can’t even find a picture of past harvests. This year I didn’t even plant any – I just let some grow where they came up on their own.
Part of this aversion is their sticky and slimy skin, surrounded by that annoying husk that needs removal. And they’re very sour. And I had failed to create a good way to use them.
But at long last, I finally have formulated a recipe. Here it is so I don’t forget:
Ta-daa!
–Simon
Getting a late harvest, but they’re finally rolling in. At least the ones I can get to before the squirrels. So here I am documenting the time and photos for my records.
–Simon
First, look at this:
Looks tasty huh?
Okay, now look at these:
It stands to reason that the scavenging omnivores we are must have at some point tried eating what was growing on the dead thing in addition to the dead thing itself. Anyway – mushrooms! A gift from my sister. Biologists, right?
Fun to watch grow though.
And with a cheesy bechamel…
Not too bad to eat.
–Simon
With my post hole digger out from the squirrel centrifuge, I finally got around to installing one of my Christmas presents.
Now that the estate has an official name, it needed a declarative marker. So Liz bought a sign.
Which I then affixed to a plywood backer, painted for contrast.
And then erected in the gardens, alongside the pipeline easement.
Snarky, but in good humor.
–Simon