I should try to learn more from my gardens. They get on with the work of life as the seasons change without complaint.
Roma paste tomatoes are ripening up nicely. We’ve already harvested enough to make two quarts of homemade catsup (my grandmother’s spicy recipe with red peppers, nutmeg and cloves) and two quarts of tomato sauce. Still they are coming. I brought home four today. I think we should have tomato and tofu sandwiches on toast for dinner.
Komatsuna anyone? I harvested the last plant, blanched the leaves, pressed them into two twelve inch ropes and cut the ropes into bite size pieces. The plate holds a dozen or so bites that contain what was an entire grocery bag overflowing with komatsuna. I ate the four ends as I worked. Add a splash of tamari and you have a delightful dish.
I saved a couple thousand seeds from the plant, too. Enough to meet the komatsuna needs of New York State next year, should they know where to find me. Good thing the chemical giants haven’t decided to start patenting komatsuna seeds yet.
Then there is our backyard garden. Mostly just volunteer squash now that the herbs are over. The vines are not satisfied with the corner I gave them so they are annexing a little more lawn each day. I say go for it.
The gardens have provided a real bonanza of food this year. I have loved my short daily rides to the community garden. On the way there today I had to take a sidewalk for a block as they repaved one of the roughest sections of road on my trip there. The ride will be even better tomorrow! The strolls through the jungle in the backyard are nice, too. Gives me an excuse to scratch Frida behind the ear. A real win win.