Staple Solanums

I’ll start with some factoids:

  • Every dominant culture has a high-energy carbohydrate staple crop at its center.
  • These crops have been selectively-bred for hardiness and yield.
  • Over-reliance can create famine from a species-specific collapse.

Their base importance not only motivated humanity from hunter/gatherers into farmers, but also provided the caloric excesses needed for civilization.  Without them, it would be impossible to maintain a population of any significant size.

We have three natively from the Americas: maize (with which we had some pretty limited success), sweet potatoes…

The Most Nutritious Vegetable

…and potatoes.  So it’s no surprise that they all hold a position of importance in our cuisine.  That is, we’ve found many creative ways to make them super-delicious.  Specifically…

The White Man’s Vegetable

Yes, the glorious potato!

My prior attempts were half-hearted.  I used volunteer seed potatoes from the grocery (or rather, potatoes which got left too long in the basement), and employed a trench and hill method.  I still netted 10 pounds, which isn’t bad considering they were “essentially” free.  But this year I wanted to try something a little more dedicated: a potato box.

Collapsible and multi-tiered

Potatoes, like their nightshade cousin tomatoes, do not rot when their stems are buried.  Rather, they expand their root systems.  This is universal knowledge, but potatoes are tubers which grow on the roots, so more roots equals more potatoes per plant.  This requires continual burying of the plant as it grows, which in turn requires more dirt, which then requires more supporting structure to contain that dirt.  But building a tall box restricts sun.  Therefore the box must be constructed as the potatoes grow.  Needy buggers, those potatoes.

So my solution was to build frames and stack them with pins as needed.  Half frames, specifically, so I can store them efficiently.

Supporting pins constructed of cut steel rods polished and beveled

And since I clearly have you gripped in anticipation, I’ll answer your next question: “What did you use to cover the growing potatoes, Simon?”

I will tell you: the compost from the prior year’s yard waste:

Garbage Pile 2

 

Look at me being all recycling and environmentally conscientious and such!

These suckers are quickly outgrowing the box.  I might need to add additional tiers.

50 pounds, I can feel it!

If this works, I’m also going to need to work on that root cellar.

–Simon

Memories 01

It had snowed.  Enough to cover the grass.  It never snowed that much in Lubbock.  I was privy to the scene first, as for reasons that still escape me, thawing the family rabbits’ water bottles in the pre-dawn days of winter was my job alone.  And in order to be ready for school on time, I had to rise before my sisters.

After the completion of the chore, I admired the rare moment of scenic beauty.  It almost seemed a tragedy to walk through it, so I made some snowballs at the lawn’s periphery.  The snow packed well, as it was barely below freezing.  I rolled some larger snowballs.

But there wasn’t sufficient time to build.  I needed to get ready for school.

The snow would be long-since melted by the time school let out.  So I did what I often longed for whenever I saw movies with snow in them.  I walked across the lawn.  It was my first recollection of such an experience, and for that momentary transit, I felt like I was truly in the wilderness.

Then I saw my sister’s judging stare from the window, obviously displeased that I had destroyed the perfection.  But it was jealousy.  She didn’t wake up early enough to have time to play in the snow, so instead she channeled her disappointment at me, for having the audacity to ruin the one way she was able to enjoy the snow: from the window.

It was my snow and I didn’t have to share it.  It was my moment.  It was my experience.

I smiled knowingly, and mockingly, back at her.

And the snow was gone by the time school let out.

–Simon

Memories 00

I had an idea.

If the summation of life’s experiences determines the uniqueness of the individual, then that individual is essentially defined by fragmented recollection of chance events.  And if the mind degrades with time, those records are obviously misconstrued, which means my ego is based upon…corrupted and incomplete data?

Anyway, I thought I’d write some of those mental images down, for if those brief experiences are still remembered from the lengthy chronological stream of my consciousness, they must have had a strong emotional influence at the time.

Let’s explore that!

–Simon

Produce 2021

Let’s get some garden pics up!

At least radishes aren’t picky about the weather refusing to warm up
Lots of onions this year
Another round of heirloom rhubarb

–Simon

Brick in the Wall

Order is Man’s mastery of the universe.  By applying logic, reason, and patterns to that which lies unstructured, I manipulate my surroundings to suit me.  I am a creature of my environment, but anomalous in that I organize for aesthetics and not necessarily practicality.  I defy evolution, expending caloric reserves on tasks which offer no definitive gain to the species.  And in that sense, I have invoked a programmatic syntactical error.  I follow directives which were not properly defined.  Variables do not exist in sufficiency to meaningfully direct input.  And so my output, devoid of complete genetic programming, is self-destructive.

***

The delineation between garden and yard is transitory.  I wish it to not be so.  Therefore I installed edging!  But as all is ephemeral, its lackluster construction quickly deteriorated, rendering the boundary once again ill-defined.  Another means was required.  Materials which stand the test of time!

Bricks!

Evidenced by the apparent brick mine beneath the property, bricks don’t break down–they simply become buried over decades of subpar landscaping.

And so, after acquiring somewhere around 250 bricks and multiple tubes of construction adhesive, and shooing Liz away for her inability to effectively use a level (despite this project being her idea, I’ll note), I reforged that which was once broken and shines anew!

…with some extra dirt and grass seed…

+$5000 more in property taxes forthcoming, no doubt.  The price for rule and order!

–Simon