April 20, 2017
Well, we’re all duly planted and mulched, some herbs replaced that I, ahem, got a little over-enthusiastic with on fertilizer, and now we can sit back and wait for (more) growth.
The tomatoes are coming along nicely, as are the peas and lettuce and cucumbers. Cabbages and carrots and radishes are a bit slower. Today, I planted the remaining three rows in the fenced garden: Lima beans in one, watermelon and canteloupe in one, and yellow squash, zucchini and eggplant in one. That’s all the planting but for the late stuff — pole beans, okra — which will go in after the lettuce, carrots, radishes, and cabbage are done.
April 19, 2017
What does one do when one has five left-over deviled egg halves from Easter?
One pops one in one’s mouth as a cook’s treat, and one proceeds to smush up the other four, add a few more ingredients, and have tuna salad.
I was thinking, for some reason, of tuna salad. It just sounded good, and I thought, well, I’ll just boil a couple of eggs and make some.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! I HAD boiled eggs, albeit they’d already been deviled, using essentially the same ingredients I’d be using in tuna salad, anyway. (The eggs had a bit of Dijon mustard and a splash of cider vinegar that wouldn’t normally go in tuna salad, but what the heck.)
April 17, 2017
If you’re like me, you hit those nights when you’re tired, it’s getting on toward dinnertime, and nothing you have in the refrigerator sounds like what you want to eat.
That’s where I either reach for the phone to order takeout, or for the freezer to get out some fish.
Fish is just a great go-to when you’re in a hurry. It never takes long to cook; it lends itself to all kinds of different preparations, goes with any number of sides. And if you forget to take it out of the freezer, you can soak it in hot water to thaw it.
That’s what I did the other night, and the result was pretty doggoned good.
April 16, 2017
Another wonderful Easter in the books, or almost so, as it’s nearly sundown.
We’ve gorged ourselves on a traditional Easter repast of ham, mac and cheese (because I have carb-loading children, and they require mac and cheese), corn casserole, asparagus, green peas, deviled eggs, rolls, lemon icebox pie, and strawberries.
We’ve hunted eggs at church, with the cutest kids on the face of the planet, led, of course, by my very own, because, well, he’s about the cutest kid on the planet, except for my other two grandkids, with whom he’s tied. Sorry. I calls ’em like I sees ’em. YMMV.
I mean, seriously. Are there any cuter kids? I submit there are not.
April 15, 2017
With apologies, of course, to Andy Williams. Christmas is wonderful, too, but Lord help me, how I DO love spring. Not least because of all the food-related bonuses it brings. Gardening, strawberries, salad greens, fresh asparagus, grilling out, draft beer and a cheese-and-sausage plate at the ballpark…
…and farmers’ markets!
Which I love as much as I love spring. Or maybe it’s because I love spring. More likely, it’s because I love to eat. And a trip to the farmers’ market means there’s some good eating to be done, either there, or when you get home, or over the course of the next several days.
I made my first market of the year back last month, when we’d gone to Hot Springs for a weekend. Had some time to kill, and our hotel was just down the street, so I walked down. Saw some old friends, bought herbs, and oh my God, there were the first strawberries of the season! I grabbed some. Back to the hotel, stashed them in the fridge, set the herbs on the desk. One of our traveling companions came in, was checking out the herbs, and wanted to go. So we went back. I bought honey that time.
April 10, 2017
Things are progressing apace here at Keyboard Farms. Over the last three days, we have planted:
- 38 tomato plants
- 4 pepper plants
- 15 lettuce seedlings
- 15 radish seedlings
- 20 carrot seedlings
- 12 cucumber seedlings
- 15 pea seedlings
- 12 cabbage seedlings
- a dozen or so different herbs
And our back is tired. As are our shoulders and our knees. The slings and arrows of advancing age are not kind to a would-be gardener.