I am behind on my posts, so following in such tradition, here’s a montage:
Whew! And that’s the abbreviated list. A lot can happen in 4 weeks.
–Simon
Garbage Pile 3
More Peasant Food
Yes, I’m still a grubby dirt-eating peasant (roots and even bacon are low-class).
We got a nice crop of onions, but my potato box experiment was a big disappointment.
Not even worth the calories expended to exhume. I suppose if I fail as a peasant, I could fall back on veal.
–Simon
Peasant Food
In the western world, the old world, food which grew below ground was deemed inferior and suited only for the dirt-grubbing lowly peasantry.
But how good could cooking possibly be without onions, carrots, and garlic?
Carrots we are harvesting aplenty, and more on the onion situation later. For now though, here’s the garlic:
As an experiment, Liz planted seed last fall. Turns out it works, so there will definitely be more of this next year.
Now I’m just waiting for tomatoes.
–Simon
Strawberries I Guess?
Last weekend I forced myself to only work maintenance, no projects. I had fallen behind. Of course, mowing and edging and weeding don’t make for very interesting posts, so here’s some strawberries!:
Last year I kept them in a bag in the fridge as I picked them, until they started to get too ripe, and then I put the bag in the freezer. But that resulted in an ice block of fruit. So this year, following some Alton Brown advice, I’m flash-freezing them on a cookie sheet and then bagging them. Much easier to deal with.
So far so good. Bigger harvest this year too.
–Simon
Their Roots Grow Deep
Legend tells of the American west, where virgin prairie grass roots grew 12 feet down.
Legend also tells of cultivated Kentucky bluegrass on a certain suburban plot in southwest Ohio, whose roots seem to almost match that depth.
And as I set about removing it with shovel and mattock, I can understand how sod created an effective construction material for homestead abodes. And I also wonder just how much effort excavating enough sod to build a structure required. Such is the tenacity of desperation.
I, however, opted for power equipment. But my tiller was also built for pre-cultivated gardens, and so lacked the power to unearth grass. Fortunately, the neighbors lent us theirs. It’s ironic, that their equipment selection was intended for raised beds, which definitely did not need the ridiculous horsepower that their abomination possessed, however useful in our case.
It was powerful enough all right, but not heavy enough. It took all my strength to hold it in place while it excavated. Or perhaps I simply lacked the aforementioned tenacity of a desperate settler.
But it had to be in this spot: high heat and direct and lengthy sun.
And I am tenacious about delicious cooking.
–Simon