A leek’s scape escaping!
Beans have been busier than the bees.
Serranos sliding into first in the pepper bed.
Lemon trumpets over bolted parsley.
Curious lavender looking into the path.
To find…carrots! My carrot sowing helper was quite zealous in her seed sprinkling.
I hope to have a copious amount of coriander soon.
Let the window ripening begin for the year!
I think I sowed these. I can’t for the life of me remember what they are (assuming I sowed them.) Any guesses? They grow in single spires until they’re too tall and then start to bend near the ground.
Curse you, birds.
Curse you, birds.
Squash success! A rarity for my squash-bug-ridden history.
Sometime when I wasn’t looking this wee little blog acquired more than fifty followers.
Hello!
I’d like to get to know you quiet ones a little better (and you not so quiet ones even more!) SO how about sharing as much or as little as you like in the comments here?
If a prompt will help you, let’s see…
Robots or ninjas?
Sandwich or salad?
Stinkiest plant?
Garden or cook?
And for fun, here’s a happy Buddha perched precariously by two careful little hands among the cilantro-hopefully-turning-coriander.
(If you’re looking for the cute baby butt, it has been cropped out for future-older-kiddo privacy concerns.)
Pasta. It seems simple enough, no? Would you believe me if I told you a childhood friend lit her stove on fire boiling water for pasta?
So last night was veggie pasta. It helps clear out the fridge at the end of the week, it saves some money with the meatlessness, and is just tasty.
We cook most things in our biggest cast iron skillet. This was no exception.
Carrots from Johnson’s Backyard Farm, zucchini and yellow squash from the store. I did discs and half moons for the chops. While wearing a nursing baby, no less. A little bacon grease and there they go. Salt and pepper. More salt, more pepper.
I texted for back-up…and was already out of order. “Sweat some garlic and onions first.” Too late for that…another pan it is!
I added a splash of grapeseed oil to this pan but my intended splash ended up as a downpour. Oh, well. Nothing a slotted spoon won’t solve.
My second hiccup was in remembering the sauce recipe. Considering in the past month I’ve slept more than two hours at any given time twice, I’m surprised I remembered as much as I did, but anyway…
Did you know that tomato paste wasn’t in the plan? No? Of course you didn’t! But I did…before it came time to cook.
Tomato puree, crushed canned tomatoes, and bonus ingredient: tomato paste.
Some fresh basil chopped small (I won’t pretend it was anywhere near a chiffonade) mixed in, add the sweaty garlic and onions and simmer simmer simmer.
I did not take a picture of boiling water.
The pasta this time was garlic spinach linguine from Texas Pasta Co.
Toddler approved. DH approved. I was not such a fan. The paste made it too sweet and the onions were crunchy.
“Puhpul flowers”
“Peas? More peas?”
“Caderperar right dere?”
“Tomayo!” (And a sweet potato volunteer…)
“Uh oh. It get down.” (The arbor fell in a storm.)
“Snail! Hold it? Mama hold it?”
“Carrots ok.” (And more sweet potato volunteers.)
“Lello flowers.” (On a broccoli that never made broccoli but made plenty of greens and is now over six feet tall. This photo is at my eye level and it’s well over my head.)
Now, onto preparing for a little gardener’s airplane party… (“aye-plane!Noise…See it!”)
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