Saturday, August 16, 2008

August Bounty

Today was beautiful... when it wasn't raining. By the time I got home from work things were starting to dry up and the sun felt warm. My gardens have been neglected for one reason or another. Mostly because it is almost always raining. But I have been trying to help when I can with Le Boyfriend's August bounty. He has been working full time to keep up with it.

Garlic, grapes, dill, tomatoes, eggplant, cucumbers, tomatillos up the wazoo (which are not quite ready), zucchini, blueberries, peppers, but mostly string beans, string beans, string beans.

We bought another freezer to put away all this bounty and in anticipation of buying a lamb. Le boyfriend makes the best lamb kabobs... and he isn't even Greek! So far I believe we have 26 bags of string beans. I harvested all the basil before it bolted and made pesto to throw in the freezer too. It is nestled up against the 15 quarts of blueberries for company.

I am a little sad that the poblano chiles didn't produce. I make a pretty good chile relleno. For my birthday last January I had a Mexican potluck so I could finally try my hand at making tamales and I also pulled the precious rellenos out. They were snarfed up pretty quickly.

I am not sure we are saving any money by growing all this produce, but it is satisfying. It is also nice to know where your food comes from and how it was grown.

3 comments:

Blackswamp_Girl said...

Yum, delicious! Do you ever do any canning? I can attest to the fact that pickled green beans are really delicious...

SMC said...

I have had dilly green beans and they are delicious. My boyfriend is the vegetable gardener and, thus, dictates what happens with the bounty. I am just the sous chef. I don't think he is big on pickled things.... except cucumbers. He cans some peaches and freezes others. He prefers the taste of the canned peaches, but doesn't like the extra effort.

Michelle said...

Well, Monsieur Le Gardener has outdone himself. This winter, snowed in in the Great North Woods, at least you won't starve (I am jealous of the garlic and grapes)