August 27, 2015
I am happy to report that no vampires have been noted in attendance in the environs of Chez Brockwell since the making of the tomato garlic sauce last week.
I am also happy to report that the sauce, while definitely garlicky enough to repel the toothy creatures, is not garlicky enough to keep it from being quite excellent with some meatballs and pasta.
I decided on spaghetti and meatballs t’other night when an evening meeting fell through. I quickly thawed out some ground beef in some hot water in the sink, grabbed a pint of sauce off the shelf in the pantry, and set to work.
August 27, 2015
In all the hoo-rah last week of putting up tomatoes and corn, the peaches I brought back from Georgia got somewhat overlooked. I’ve been eating them along, cut up with cottage cheese or just out of hand, and they’re marvelous. So I decided early this week to try a recipe that had been kicking around my “to try” file for a while — peaches and cream bars.
August 24, 2015
I’ve been thinking about compost.
Yeah, I know. I need a life.
But seriously, this week as I was prepping and canning and freezing and running a ton of stuff down the disposal and throwing another ton of stuff in the trash, I found myself really hating to let all those potential soil nutrients go to waste.
Of course, to make use of soil nutrients, I’d have to have some targeted soil to nurture. Which is something I’m seriously contemplating taking the plunge and doing next spring — just a few raised beds for tomatoes, a few squash and cucumber vines, moving my herbs from pots to a bed. I’ll have to hire someone to do the heavy lifting to set everything up. Then I could have my little baby garden, which would be all the garden I could make time to handle.
August 23, 2015
Whew. This felt almost like a vacation. No matter I bought ANOTHER box of tomatoes at the Farmers’ Market, to go with the ones I had. That ought to give me somewhere near 16 to 18 quarts of tomatoes, to go with the five I already had in the shelves. That gets me out of tomato anxiety, although It’s not enough to see me through the winter.
August 22, 2015
(NOTE: As in previous post, this was written last night, and I just got pics downloaded and edited a bit. While I’m taking a break in tomatoes.)
It’s a good thing I love corn.
Because I have been up to my eyeballs in it all day. I have husked corn, silked corn, cut corn off the cob, and blanched corn (and am still blanching some even as I type). I have yet to parcel the corn out into plastic cartons and convey it to the freezer.
I have a 8-quart stockpot almost full of corn. I have a 6.5-quart Dutch oven full of corn. By my calculations, that ought to net me some 30-ish pints of corn for the freezer. Correction: It was 20 pints.
August 21, 2015
NOTE: This was written last night. Just now got the photos downloaded and edited. Here you go. Back to corn.
Wherein we find out just how far a 25-pound box of Roma tomatoes will go.
Answer: A long damn ways.
But they were $10. How’m I gonna pass up Romas for $10 a 25-pound box? Because that works out to about 40 cents a pound, and I haven’t seen tomatoes that cheap since, well, a long time.
So, Romas. I can tell you 25 pounds makes up more than a dozen pints of roasted tomato-garlic-onion sauce (ain’t no vampires up in HERE tonight, I can tell you!), and nearly a dozen half-pints of tomato chutney. Or chutney-ish stuff. Or tomato jam. Whatever.
August 20, 2015
And on my stove. And in my oven. And my laundry room. And my carport.
Enough Georgia, in fact, that I will be working myself pretty steadily for two or three days (counting today) until I put up all the marvelous produce I brought back from the southern tip of the Appalachian Mountains.
If any of y’all ever have a chance to go to Rabun County, GA (google it), I urge you do so. It’s a lovely spot. Good restaurants. Good shopping, both there and in the region. Cool touristy stuff. Cool places to sit on the porch and look at nature. Golf and hiking and stuff.
And produce. Dear Sweet Baby Jesus, they have produce.