Okay, it’s early August and the lovely large garden my husband planted with such care has grown up and is delivering on its promises. Help! I love fresh produce, but I’m drowning here.
The green beans did not do so well, so we have just our normal amount of beans for every other dinner and freezing the excess. A neighbor traded me big pan of yellow and purple string beans and zucchini for a pile of our excess tomatoes, and I’m looking forward to the variety. Still, even after handing off about a dozen, I have a big basket of tomatoes calling out to me as they ripen on the kitchen counter.
As is my normal Sunday routine, we got up early to drive off to church, came home in the early afternoon for a nice nap, and then I went out to the barn to check on the chickens and the garden. An hour later, I came back in with two bushel baskets of vegetables crying out for attention.
So okay, now I wash it all, set the almost-ripe tomatoes out somewhere to redden up, and start planning for the next two or three days of processing. I’ll have to look up some recipes for tomato sauce, tomato soup, and begin preparing for the all-day task that my husband takes on of creating his old family recipe for “chili sauce”, what is nowadays known as salsa.
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bad less good news. Take a look at the remaining garden. There are a few tomatoes waiting in the wings once I have processed the ones I’ve picked the last few days. Only about 5% of the Roma tomatoes have come ripe so far and the purple ones are still a mystery to me, how to know when they are really done.
Joe did such a great job of planting this garden, but I think next year we will have to confer on how many and which plants will go in. Bounty is great, but come on – there are limits to what I can withstand!