Monthly Archives: July 2008

On non-marathon food preservation

Thought I would tell you about an evening of “putting things by” around here. I find it’s a lot more manageable if I fit it into the rest of my life, and not try to set time aside to do it.

One, pick what’s ready, but also what you can manage:

Boothby’s Blonde cukes are ready! They’re practically a food group with the kid. She probably won’t even share. But these are about 10 pounds of Bellstar Paste tomatoes and a couple of Hillbilly Potato Leaf/Flame tomatoes too, as well as a pepper, celery and an onion and some marjoram and thyme for sauce. There’re pole beans (Blue Coco, Rattlesnake) at the bottom that’ll go in the freezer.

Core tomatoes, quarter, stick in saucepot and cook to soften. Put water on for pasta. Chop onion, celery; brown in 2nd pot. Cut up pepper, add garlic, add to onions. Drain pot of tomatoes into food mill above onion mixture. Add pasta to boiling water.

Mill the tomatoes into sauce. Ladle into jars, cap. Drain pasta, toss with leftover sauce, add salt and pepper and keep warm for dinner. Add water into bottom of pressure canner, then add jars. Set lid and weight on top and turn on heat.

While waiting for the thing to come up to pressure, tip and tail beans, put in small pot to steam. Pressure is achieved when the dial says 10 pounds AND the weight is jiggling; lower heat, put timer on for 15 minutes. Beans are almost done; peel and slice cucumbers for dinner, call family to eat. Sauce processes during dinner; I get up when the bell rings to take the pot off the heat and wait for it to come off pressure.

Go to beach and swim, then come back and play with chickens and geese/turkeys/chicks/ducks.

Come back and tip/tail the rest of beans, blanch in boiling water 2 minutes, chill in ice water, then put in sealing bags. Label and put in freezer. Wait until next day to put tomatoes away.

Now, go outside and catch lightning bugs.

Note: Of course, when I am going to blog about it, for the second time in my life, a jar has broken in the canner! Yep, 10 years and countless jams/pickles/veggies/fruits/sauces later, it happens. Oh well.

On complaining

Ugh: something else to can. The plums are ripe.

I got an email from a friend recently. He’d started reading this blog and was letting me know he liked it. He said something that made me pause, though. He pointed out I don’t do much complaining about this life.

I was puzzled by this. I have chosen this life, we have chosen this life. How in the world could I complain about it? Yes it’s lots of work to be a subsistence farmer, or a subsistence gardener-slash-bird rancher, or whatever little pigeonhole you wish to stick me in as someone who raises 95% of what she eats. Yes I do work for a living, putting in my 40-50 hours a week, mostly working from home. Yes I do cook from scratch, relying only rarely on the occasional bag of pasta. Yes to the laundry on the line, yes to the nightly canning sessions, yes to the mornings pulling a weed or two. Yes to parenting, that full-time job.

So much of this life of ours is one based upon complaining. Yes, I do readily complain about the not-terribly-smart man occupying the White House, and yes, I do think we’ve soiled our planet beyond easy repair with a lifestyle based upon buying things. Yes, I do wish for certain things, like world peace and marital peace. But when has complaining really done any good? I suppose it acts as a social lubricant: by complaining about how horrible my child or my husband is, I have truck with all the other whining mothers out there. But here’s my point: didn’t you plan to have that child, didn’t you marry that man on purpose? Why complain?

Maybe it’s not complaining that I am getting to: maybe it’s follow through, it’s the consequences of your actions. Yes, moving from the city and taking up with 5 acres of land meant I would be outside a lot more than I had been. That was the point! And unplugging the dryer does mean it will take longer to dry the clothes, and yes, as my neighbor claims, one quick way to make it rain is to have El hang out her laundry. And children are work, whether you have one or a dozen. So are husbands, not that I would want a dozen of those.

I guess what I am saying in this long-winded whining-about-not-whining thing is this: if you live to your ideals, you’ve got no right to complain.

On winged pests

What a big category, “winged pests”!

Every July we are ambushed by Japanese beetles. Everyone thought this year might be different because of the torrential rains that hit the Midwest earlier in the season, drowning the ground-growing pupae. Well, those rains missed us and we are having a banner harvest of beetles! Ick.

They mostly leave my gardens alone: the one thing they seem to really like (runner beans) I planted late enough (planted with the Peruano beans, actually) so they’ll miss them. So I find and squish a few when I do a garden perambulation; no big deal. Organic does not mean bug-free, after all. It’s the fruit trees and grapes that see the worst of it.

What these beetles do is Swiss cheese the leaves of growing plants. The plum tree out my window here is positively lacy, they’ve done so much damage. The grapes, though, are okay, as are the pawpaws, cherries, peaches and small apple trees. Tom sprayed clay on them. The clay (kaolin clay) is actually the same stuff used in some makeup: it’s a very fine white powder that, when mixed with water, will coat leaves and make them unrecognizable to fruit- and leaf-eating pests. Its downsides are two: rains wash it off, and it does interfere slightly in photosynthesis, though the latter would be worse if the beetles ate the leaves. The clay is typically used in managing pests on apples. It is as organic as you can get, considering it’s dirt.

Tom sets a few traps for them, too. He also hand-harvests with a canning jar half filled with soapy water: go out in the early morning and scrape them into the jar. The soap keeps them from flying away. Then, he gives the trap’s and jar’s contents to the chickens. Crunchy on the outside!

On grocery-store gardening

Peruano beans hogging the corner of a trellis bed

I probably should have posted this months ago, before you guys all had your gardens started. Forgive me. I didn’t think about it until I raided the pantry for some seeds a couple of weeks ago.

Your grocery store or, even better, your farmers’ market, are great places to get seeds and tubers for your garden. The raid of the pantry? I had only a few Peruano beans left in a jar: far too few for a decent meal. I got these in the Hispanic section of a local chain store: they were packaged by Melissa’s, which is a reputable national company. Knowing how I hate to waste things, I planted what I had remaining.

Most dried beans are great candidates. Lentils and garbanzos are a bit too fussy to my liking, but black beans and pintos work just great if they’re not too old. I have also mentioned that most of my shallots are, indeed, grocery-store shallots that I plunked in the ground. This works fairly well for garlic greens too, but do not expect huge heads of garlic from the silverneck (softneck) garlic commonly available. Potatoes are also likely candidates, but be aware that organic potatoes are much better to use than a big bag of Idaho russets: most likely the latter have been treated not to sprout and have been grown in pretty awful pesticide-laden soil.

Did you find an heirloom (open-pollinated) tomato at your farmers’ market that you adore? How about an heirloom pepper? My rule for farmers’ markets: if they grow for them, they’ll grow for me. You can save the seed of both fairly easily. For peppers, ensure the fruit is fully ripe, then slit it open and scrape out the seeds. Wash the seeds in a mesh (screen) strainer, then place on a cookie sheet to dry, away from direct sunlight. They should keep for a couple of years if you keep them dry and cool. Tomatoes require a couple more steps, but keep that mesh strainer handy. Get a couple plastic tubs (half pint is perfect), one for each variety of tomato. Get a couple tomatoes of one variety, let ripen fully, then squeeze into a tub, seeds, pulp, skin and all. What you are going to do is rot off the gel sack that encloses each little seed: this sack contains something that prohibits germination. Add a tiny bit of water into the tub, stir, and let sit outside for one to three days. It will ferment and smell pretty bad, and a fungus will grow to cover the tub and the gel sack will have rotted off. Take a hose and your strainer, and you can separate the pulp, skin, etc. from the seed. Dry on a cookie sheet indoors, label your seed, and it too will keep for 2-3 years if kept dry and cool.

Root crops obviously won’t work, and nor will melons/squash/cucumbers. The former aren’t fruits (so no seed) but the latter obviously are, with their seed-filled bodies. Don’t bother. Most likely these fruits were grown for fruit production and not seed production. The flowers of the cucurbitae family are…promiscuous, let’s just say. The little Don Juans/trollops are easily crossed with other squashes and melons by action of both wind and pollinators. So I suppose that shouldn’t stop you from trying to save the seed: it doesn’t stop ME. Just know the chances of its coming true and not some weird barely edible mutt are fairly small.

Anyway. This should give you license to experiment, at least! I do, all the time.

On microbes (our friends)

I’ve got my 25th high school reunion coming up soon. It freaks me out a bit that I could be that old, because, believe me, mentally and physically I still think I am 17. Anyway, the class secretary sent around a questionnaire filled with deep queries like “have you achieved your dreams?” Well, when I was 17 there was NO WAY I would think I would aspire to be a farm wife. Yet, here I am.

I have kimchi bubbling away on the kitchen counter right now. I am capturing another sourdough starter as my last one faded. I am researching and watching the progress on our grapes because this year is the year of verjus, vinegar and wine. I am embracing those unseen critters whose existence and steady reproduction make a lot of what makes us healthy and happy. I want to be a microbe farmer!

I didn’t put that on the questionnaire though.

On the art front

Thomas Allen: Remedy C-print, 2008

Just to step away from farming for a minute, I thought I would update you on the art happenings here and around the country-slash-world.

As some of you know, my husband is an artist. Between his artmaking and my architecture, we’re very fortunate to be able to work from home and have this hobby farm. Tom’s book came out last fall. He will be on the cover of Harper’s Magazine in September, and has six commissioned works in August’s O Magazine (O is for Oprah). He illustrated a feature on memoirs, and had a lot of fun with it; it’s on newsstands now.

On Saturday, August 2nd, he will be in Jackson WY for his show at Oswald Gallery. I love Wyoming, but I love canning season more, so the kid and I will be home-bound.

On September 3rd he persuaded me to go to his show in Boston at Bernard Toale gallery. Bernie is handing the reins over to Joseph Carroll, and Joseph is reopening the gallery that week as Carroll and Sons; it should be a hoot. I could be persuaded to go to this because 1. Boston is a great city and 2. Boston has seafood!!

Other recent publications in which Tom’s work has been shown: New York Magazine did a spread on the precipitous fall of Governor Spitzer. Tom’s take is here. The Irish literary publication Field Day Review did a huge feature of his work in April, with a nice write-up by the novelist Seamus Deane. In Singapore, Designer magazine did a spread in Issue 16.

So. Just thought I would share. There’s been a lot of artmaking going on around here recently!

Berries for breakfast

The prickly wild blackberries are putting out right now. They are quite tasty and plump after all the rain we’ve had recently. I thought this photo was funny: The kid is in her purple phase, as you can see by her new glasses and choice of pjs. Her favorite color is actually orange. I am kind of glad our optometrist doesn’t sell orange glasses, though.

With blackberries comes poison ivy. This is also the time of year when bottles of rubbing alcohol and dishwashing detergent are by every sink and in the tub. Both remove the urushiol that makes poison ivy such a poison.

The greenhouse in high summer

Mamma mia! Look at them tall ‘maters! Also, onions drying on a screen lower left

Mid July: It’s time for another greenhouse post, I think. Daily temperatures get to about 110*, lows 75*.

Well. I harvested the last of the garlic about a week after I posted about the other garlic, and I said there was no rush. Well, I was mistaken. These heads were huge: each one between the size of a peach and a large apple. Wow. Everything grows better in the greenhouse is my lesson. I planted these around January 1st.

The June picture of the last greenhouse update shows the little tomato plants. I always have luck with big fruited tomatoes, not that I am really trying. Did you know that monsters like the one I grew last year that was over 3 pounds is actually the product of the merging of two or three blossoms? That’s what those freaks I mean determined growers are going for: size, to them, does matter. Anyway, look at the height of the Brandywine tomatoes (back right in the picture above). That’s pushing eight feet, with no sign of stopping. They’ll top out and burn once they hit the plastic, though. They’re fruiting well in there too. I expect to start harvesting the indeterminate tomatoes around the first of August.

My prolific early tomatoes are Bellstar Paste. I think the last time I grew determinate tomatoes (they grow to a certain point, fruit, then die) I was a Chicagoan with a back deck. In other words, it was a long time ago. I am growing them again! Little staking, then lots of crazy fruit. Good. They’ll get pulled much more quickly than the indeterminate ones to make room for lots of fall plantings.

Looking back from the big tomatoes to the door: first two beds are peppers, then eggplant and herbs, then the determinate tomatoes at the front

The peppers and eggplants likewise are doing well. I needed to stake some of the peppers: they are so laden they want to fall over. I am growing lots of paprika peppers (Hungarian peppers) this year, as I cleaned out my paprika stash this spring. (You grow them, you seed and dry them, you grind them up in a mortar. Easy peasy.) We’re not big hot pepper eaters here, but we do grow a lot of bells and Italian sweet peppers. The eggplants are slow, but they are always slow to get going. I plan to pull the Hungarian peppers first.

Yep, that’s kind of the shuffle you get into if you get a greenhouse. Grow, then get out. It’s a completely different way of considering dirt, I will tell you. That soil in that greenhouse is precious stuff! What I will do before sowing the new crops is add some compost and dried grass, stir things up a bit, then plant seeds or transplant seedlings. That’s also a lot different than the way I treat my clay garden soil. I am into layering out there, and respect the soil critters as much as I can. In the greenhouse, well, it’s not that they don’t have my respect (they do), it’s just that I have a different agenda.

Sunday trifecta

Well! The tap has opened. Tomatoes, beans AND zucchini ready on this day. So far, it’s just a drippy tap. (Soon enough the firehose will be on full.)

I feel kind of misty.

On farm critters

2008 has definitely become the Year of the New Barnyard Animals, whether we intended it to be or not.

I am certain other farmstead types know of this: you buy a farm, you buy animals (or otherwise acquire them) at an alarming rate. Well, this is our fourth season here and we have fortunately only had a slow acquisition of animal life here. Some animals, though, have just showed up. Like Pigeon, our favorite thief. And now meet our new barn kitty, Little Edie.

She is a dead ringer for our own (indoor) black cat, Echo. Echo is also not at all thrilled she has arrived, but then again Echo has always had issues. She scares the heck out of our dog, too, but the chickens/ducks and chicks/poults/goslings seem unintetresting to her. And of course we think she is pregnant. Tom wants to let her have her kittens, but that is beyond irresponsible, not only for the kittens themselves but for the wild birds that come through our land. I am just fine with having one spayed barn cat, as long as she likes to catch mice and voles. Luckily, she’s a fine hunter, having caught four mice and one vole to our count, after a week of farm life.

The slow-growing meat chicks are just that: slow! I am happy about that. They seem to like to run around and scratch and even jump on a perch, so they are definitely not the same as our last batch of meat blobs. The poults are still quite adorable, and still quite tiny. They still live with the goslings (who are of course getting huge). The goslings groom them, and the poults love to sleep on their backs, so it’s a decent relationship. I swear the poults look like miniature ostriches. They still have their googly eyes and bordering on ridiculous skinny little legs. I adore them. The goslings are also beyond cute: they chirp so readily, and follow you around the lawn. They cannot get enough grass, it would seem. Once they get their feathers they will have their own patch of grass to eat but for now they’re in the tractor during the day. They eat down the whole patch of grass under it. Mowing AND fertilizing!

The ducklings are ducks now. Whew! That didn’t take long: how about a month? They are now bigger than our biggest chicken, Maggie, who’s a quite gigantic seven-pound Black Australorps. They are a cream color, and they are so soft. If you can catch them, that is.

That’s all for now; quite enough critters, if you ask me. Next year will be the year we actually breed poultry on the farm. Step by step, not all at once…let’s just say we like things to progress at a manageable pace around here.

On food madness

Leek blossom

I’m knee deep (only) in food preservation here at the farm. What this means, much to my very meticulous husband’s dismay, is that the kitchen is, and shall remain, a mess for the foreseeable future. I tell him it makes no sense to return the canning pots or the pressure canner down to their basement storage spots if I have to get it out again the next day. So far I am winning the battle. But it is a mess: jars coming in, jars sealing, jars going downstairs again; FoodSaver bags ready, food processor ready, colanders handy. And then there’s the usual dinner mess, which on occasion I am too tired to fix. I guess I can forgive him for being a little dismayed.

What’s crazy is this isn’t even the high season.

Because it’s not full-on craziness around here, I have been experimenting. My latest two “discoveries” have been cherry/blueberry preserves (with a shot of white balsamic vinegar) and roasted garlic jelly.

Here are a couple of other things we’ve been doing: Grilling peaches. It’s only white peach season around here (juicy, but not my favorite) but have you ever tried grilled fruit? It can be divine, especially with a pinch of sea salt. Cherries in everything. Cherry salad! Beet carpaccio. Raw potatoes (really!). Raw everything, mainly because we are too impatient to cook things. Green tomato salsa. Garlic in anything that gets cooked. Lots more custards, like coffee custard.

What having this fresh bounty at our feet (knees, waists, necks) does is allow us latitude for experimentation. I am seriously thinking about leaving a salt shaker and vinegar bottle in the garden, or maybe in just the greenhouse. It’d save time.

On fall planting, in summer

Please, don’t take a seat

Hello, my name is El, and I am a succession planter. When one thing is harvested, I plant more.

This mostly works with things that have short lifespans to begin with: usually, in the veg garden, this means the non-fruiting plants like lettuce and carrots (grown for leaves and roots respectively) or fruiting things whose period of productivity is best if it’s ridden in a wave (think bush beans, or some cucumbers, which come ripe at once).

One notices, though, that some things, some whole garden beds, are best if they’re also ridden in waves. Some of my spring crops are ready to be pulled out and not resown, like the onions, the peas, the favas, and early cabbage and broccoli. Their season (as far as I am concerned) can happily be finished. I have plans for the real estate they’re vacating. Mostly, though, I am watching the temperature of the soil.

What? Soil temperature? Are you telling me I also need to worry about soil temperature, El? Don’t we have enough to juggle with, enough to learn about vegetable gardening to NOT worry things like how hot the soil is getting?

Well, yes. Don’t worry about soil temperature. There is something to know about each and every seed, though, be they flowers, veggies or weeds: Each one has a soil temperature bell curve attached to it which dictates its germination. There is a reason I hold off on planting lettuce again until mid-August: the seeds won’t sprout! If I wait until then, they will. Almost no seed (except some weeds of course) germinates when the soil gets and stays above 85*. Even if the air temperature is nowhere near 85* (like here most days) the soil itself is, especially if it’s unshaded and unmulched. But, yes. Onions surprisingly will germinate and grow in soil that’s 45*, sometimes colder. Tomatoes like it between 70-80*. Lettuce 50-65*. If it’s hotter or colder than this, they do sprout and grow, but it’s not ideal (thus, the bell curve).

I do have fall crops, though. This weekend, I will make a second sowing of broccoli and summer squash. Some of the broccoli will live on, happily, in the greenhouse all winter. I usually get squash bugs on my zucchini and summer squash so I make a second planting of them; I find they do better in the cool of autumn, that, and I freeze parts of this batch. There are other things, too, that just like autumn more than spring and the heat of summer. In the brassica family, this includes rutabagas, kohlrabi, and turnips. Fennel and dill are also on my list, as is escarole, sugarloaf chickory, radicchio, and more parsley for the greenhouse. And I will plant more peas. They hate me for doing it, but it’s usually mid-July when I set aside an area for them. As long as I keep them well watered, they will blossom the first week of September.

(Oh, and there are the greenhouse plantings to consider, too! That’s a separate field of consideration, though.)

Anyway, there’s lots to do, as you can see. I find that having a greenhouse does help me relax a bit about when things NEED to be planted (my sweet corn, for example, is only ankle-high), but it hasn’t made me less of the mad sower I have always been. It’s fun, I think, getting this much productivity out of my gardens. (No Soil Left Unplanted, the unofficial motto.)

On rare and endangered foods, and vanishing food traditions

Jimmy Nardello’s Sweet Italian Frying Pepper greening up nicely in the greenhouse. These are great frozen.

“No matter how cynical you get, it’s impossible to keep up.” –Lily Tomlin

For my birthday recently I received a copy of Renewing America’s Food Traditions: Saving and Savoring the Continent’s Most Endangered Foods, edited by Gary Paul Nabhan and with a forward by my hero Deborah Madison. This book (as you can imagine) is right up my alley. Nabhan founded Native SeedSearch. He’s an ethnobotanist who happens to be a kooky single-minded food enthusiast. I read his Coming Home to Eat a couple of years back and truly enjoyed it: it makes the nice idea of eating locally in the verdant hills of Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle look like the child’s play it is compared with local eating in the desert southwest of this country.

The premise of this book is to do what Slow Foods has done: instead of presidia, it divides North America (actually, just most of the US) up into small territories (nations) known by what Native Americans and early settlers would have cultivated, foraged and hunted. Traditional foods, in other words. My particular corner of Michigan has a foot in three such territories: the Wild Rice Nation, the Cornbread Nation and the Maple Syrup Nation. (I like that, that where I live is transitory, is between zones.) The book features once common, now rare plants and animals from each featured zone, and why it is in our best interest to preserve them. By preserving, of course, Nabhan means EATING them.

Carolina northern flying squirrel, anyone?

By teaming up with revered seed-saving institutions and the American Livestock Breeds Conservancy, this book gives little vignettes about disappearing flora and fauna. I think the stories behind each item are fascinating. Take the Northern Giant (McFayden) cabbage, for instance. Or the mulefoot hog. Or the Quahog clam.

Anyway, back to the cynicism of which I have in abundance. I am not one to believe capitalism is a cure to all that ails us: that we can, say, buy our way out of global warming by purchasing a solar panel or two, a hybrid car, a few canvas shopping bags. As you may know by now, I think we’re all quickly approaching the shores of an entirely different world. The index and bibliography in this book are stellar. The RAFT List of Foods at Risk in North America is a large one, 700 items and counting, listed with T (threatened), E (Endangered) or X (Functionally extinct). Currently, I do seed-save some of the threatened and endangered vegetables, and I intend to breed a few crucial animals over the next few years. My cynicism comes in (and again, it’s hard to keep up!) when everyone just HAS TO HAVE x cool endangered item. Is creating a market for them a good thing? I suppose if it brings something back from the brink of extinction, it is.

Either way, it’s nice that some people give a damn.

Bang!

It’s nearing mid July, and the veg gardens act like someone finally threw the “ON” switch. Just this morning I saw that the one wildling volunteer pumpkin (always a couple every year in the compost) has now climbed up and partially over the 5′ tall garden fence. Good morning!

This makes me happy, of course, but mostly it makes me feel a bit panicky. I should be saving all this green bounty, I think. And I do. Before the madness of squash/bean/tomato/eggplant/pepper/cucumber season starts, I am harvesting the first rounds of the onion and cabbage families. And I am making a lot of frozen herb concoctions.

Somehow, I have had a banner year for most things (knock wood). Celery is growing well, but the celeriac is a failure this year. Same culture, same date of planting, one is going nuts, one’s a no-show. I will notice this peripherally, that things I planted 3 years ago came up great, 2 years ago okay, last year sporadically and somehow don’t consider that, say, celeriac seed doesn’t keep 4 years (idiot) so it’s like the stuff is finally politely saying “it’s not you, El, it’s me.” What a letdown. But back to the celery. I am making celery/onion/garlic minces, and freezing them in small plastic tubs. Persillade, too, with cutting celery, Italian (flat-leaved) parsley, and garlic, with a few celery leaves thrown in. As a from-scratch cook, a few scoopfuls dug out of the tub with a grapefruit spoon in mid-winter adds just the right oomph to a pot of beans or to finish up a soup. It’s not as great as the fresh stuff, but then I can’t expect to have fresh celery here in January. (Or can I?)

So. Don’t stop at basil in the icecube trays. Cilantro can likewise be minced and frozen, as can any fleshy joyfully summery herb. Get chopping, boys and girls: winter is long, and it’ll be here before you know it!

On fast-growing weeds

One way to do in the weedy things that want to take over your garden is to eat them.***

In July and August, I don’t bother with lettuce. Even though it’s not super hot here (we get only 2-4 90* days in the summer) summer really is not the best season for lettuce. Romaine seems to hold its own, as well as some of the tougher leaf lettuces, but…I feel it’s best to wait until fall for the daily huge salad. (That, and it’s Slaw Season around here!) Instead, I’m harvesting weeds.

Pursulane has a very high percentage of Omega 3 fatty acids in its little crunchy leaves and stems. It can be tangy, but it reminds me of cucumber. Lamb’s quarters can be used like spinach. This fuzzy-leaved plant might take some getting used to, texture-wise, but it’s also chock full of good vitamins. And then flowers. It’s great to grow edible flowers.

So, the only problem with a salad of weeds is I don’t let enough of them grow.

***Note: I am loath to tell you what to go out and eat. Please buy or borrow a book on wild edibles before you go foraging!

On another form of season extension

Good morning, sunshine!

There is a trick you can try with cabbage and lettuce to extend the season of those plants. If you chop the head off in the middle of the neck, the plants will sometimes produce little mini-heads. I do this quite often with lettuce before it starts bolting and getting all bitter and nasty. I will extend the plantings a good two to three weeks this way. It works with any kind of lettuce, too.

Last August was an awfully wet one here, so I lost all of my cabbage, Brussels sprouts and cauliflower, carrots and second planting of onions. In my usual Scarlett O’Hara “I’ll never go hungry again–nor any of my folks” fashion, I have planted plenty of cabbage (and the rest) this year, all planted early too, with an eye to harvesting much of it before the rains fall again. (I also trenched all the way around the garden and buried perforated drain pipe, too, as another form of insurance, and I deepened all the beds; let’s just say nobody can throw dirt around like I can.)

Ouch!

So this is a (for me) summer cabbage, a savoy, Des Vertus, seeded 2/24, into the greenhouse 4/1 and into the ground around 5/1. I tend to crowd them, and I harvest the center (larger) ones first to compensate. I’ll be making a lovely slaw tonight with some tarragon vinegar and spring onions. Here’s the chopping, and oops I chopped too low, but left enough leaves for photosynthesis. You can kind of see a little bud at the leaf joint. About the end of August or so, I should have three or four mini-heads about the size of a tennis ball to harvest. Yum!

On garlic

This is what happens when I run out of something important like garlic before I think I will: an overharvest. Crazy but this isn’t even all of it. This stuff cures in the dark in the tractor shed on these old window screens for about a week before I either braid it or cut the hardneck stalks and roots off.

This is the time of year that fall-planted garlic is harvested. Having been a crazy garlic experimenter, and having a husband who thinks all produce is edible only IF it is stiff with garlic and salt, to say this is a banner year for Allium sativum is an understatement. We are swimming in the stuff now.

It has taken me a few years of growing it to really understand garlic’s needs. Let me just say I do not have the expectation of having enormous heads of garlic, with beautiful huge cloves, in my harvest. I expect to get bulbs about 75% of the monstrous tasteless things commonly available. (Small packages of power is what I want!) For the most part, garlic is reproduced vegetatively: the parent plant produces clones of self-sufficient cloves that become separate heads with time. Each clove has two leaf shoots in it, as you might have seen if you had some that got sprouty. And in instances of extreme stress, garlic occasionally produces seeds. I am not aware if these seeds are likewise clones of the parent, or if they are separate varieties (think apples: seeds of a Granny Smith apple will not be Granny Smith trees). I have only planted cloves and bulbils (of which more later).

This older head shows how garlic eventually divides.

There are two distinct types, softneck and hardneck garlic. The major difference between the two is storage ability. Softnecks tend to last much longer, and are in the main the sulfurous stinkbombs you buy at the grocery store. Their cloves tend to be small and hard to peel. Hardneck garlic, or rocambole, is characterized by larger, easier-peeled cloves, and a much shorter shelflife. I also think they are lots more tasty. It’s the rocambole (hardneck) garlic that has that lovely garlic scape: the thin leafless flower stalk that is a spring wonder in fresh cooking. At the end of the stalk, or sometimes in the middle of the neck, little cloves can sometimes be found. These are called bulbils. They are also edible, though getting the skins off cloves the size of peas is not what I call a fun task.

Anyway, the experimentation: I have mentioned that I tend to let certain garlic plants “naturalize” in an unobtrusive part of the garden. A couple of years back, I set some sprouty garlic in the tomato and root veg beds so I can use their greens. These greens happen for a long time, and are often the first to shoot up in the spring, so they are quite welcome. I also pull green garlic at will from this pile. After a couple of years, though, I tend to rework entire beds, and this year I pulled up a clump to see what was happening. This is what happens if you let 3 garlic sprouts stay in the ground for almost three seasons:

Bulbils are another experiment I have tried. Do you plant onion sets? It’s the same concept: the little set onions are 2nd year onions that were not allowed to get large their first season (they’re not thinned so they don’t get big. You can do this too with your onion seed.). You may not have ready access to these bulbils, but like the sprouts, they will take more than one season to get large. I planted these babies in a row last fall (planted about 1/2″ apart) when I planted the regular garlic. I have pulled them up, am now curing them, and I will soon fool them by cleaning off their dirt, roots, and dried greens and sticking them in a paper bag in the fridge for a while. I will then plant them back in the greenhouse beds in early September at the proper distance apart (5-6″). We’ll see what happens next: I am hoping it is warm enough in there that they can be harvested in early spring, like my last batch.

Softneck candidates for naturalizing, left, and bulbils, center. Right: Bulbils after one season. Next year they’ll be normal sized.

And then the regular, fall-planted garlic. I stretch that window by planting a big huge batch in late October, but I continue to plant cloves as I get them. I planted a lot around Jan. 1st in the greenhouse from some garlic I got at my co-op. This is still in the greenhouse and I should harvest it soon-ish (no rush). I also planted the same garlic in the outdoor beds at the beginning of May: this stuff is just now producing scapes, so it has about another month in the dirt before I can harvest it. Then there is the regular expensive garlic I purchased a couple of years back from Filaree: I haven’t been too happy with the results of all of it. Taste-wise, sure, but dang nothing got terribly large, so this year I need to eat it all and then select only the super producers to plant this fall. But you want to know the best, biggest garlic I planted? Stuff I got at the Union Square farmers’ market in NYC late last fall. It’s a German rocambole. HUGE!! (You should have seen how my suitcase smelled coming back from that trip.)

So: in summation. If you are willing, you need not only plant garlic at one time in the autumn. A many-pronged approach works well with all of the Allium family. By doing this, you relieve yourself of the worry of one bad event wiping out your entire crop (as happened to me last wet August with many of my second planting of onions). Plus, it’s fun to see what happens!

On timing

I try to tell myself that I am a patient person, but there are a few tasks that do try me. Shelling peas is one such task.

The nightly haul.

Sure: the reward is such sweet loveliness! Peas, especially if you pick them daily, will produce for you over a long period of time. It’s the “pick them daily” thing that trips me up, for at dinnertime, I need to set aside time to shell them. I haven’t ever quite figured out the timing: even without a commute, the end of work and the beginning of eating dinner is such a compressed period of time, and we’re usually quite starving by the time I serve. I have a good friend who has always claimed her retirement will be spent on a front porch in a rocking chair, wearing a muumuu and slippers and shelling peas. I like this image. Maybe it will wear better with me later in life, especially the idea of a muumuu.

Not quite a muumuu, but do sweatpants count?

Maybe it’s just that fine motor tasks like this tend to get me right between the shoulder blades, tightening things up there until I need to do a tennis stretch or two. So my cure is to sit on the deck and sip some wine and take on the shelling as the wonder that it is: time-intensive garden bounty. This is what I need to get over. The pea shelling season is such a short one, after all.

And as you can see, no task is done alone.

I (heart) long weekends

Busy weekend here! (Too busy here to blog, apparently.) Hope you are all enjoying sunshine wherever you garden. And look what the ducks learned to do:

Please excuse the poor photo quality, as it was taken through a window.

On showing one’s colors

Happy Independence Day from El’s neglected perennial gardens!

On tomato tasks

There are a few gardening tasks that I do not particularly enjoy. That’s life I suppose. I will say even my most awful gardening task is still miles ahead of other things one must do (teeth cleaning, say, or arguing with insurance companies) so I remain sanguine. Yesterday, I attacked the tomatoes.

Anyone else out there maniacal tomato-plant trimmers? I think I qualify. I reduce them to one, maybe two, main trunks and then cut off all other suckers. At the end this leaves me with a pile of greenery as large, or larger, than the stuff still planted in the garden. During the rest of the season I simply (or not so simply considering how much I dislike the task) tie up the rest of the branches as they grow. Cutting the things allows more light and air in around the plants, and encourages them to produce larger fruit. Whether this does this in reality is not something I have studied: I simply do this every year and have decent results.

Anyway, I have my eye on new recipes to try for the long tomato-less season ahead: I made plenty of delicious ketchup last year, and I recently turned one jar into the most amazing barbecue sauce by adding more garlic and some local sorghum molasses. Considering meat is back on the family table, and there are a lot of chickens in that freezer downstairs, I will in all likelihood be bottling a lot of barbecue sauce. I also did not make enough salsa last year, especially of the bean or corn variety, so more of that also needs to be made. And then the usual canned tomato things (paste, sauce, chopped, whole; glut sauce, juice) also need some time.

In other words, even though I hate tending to them, tomatoes are quite the staple around here and thus require my respect. Harrumph. Grudging respect.

Of cabbages, and kings

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”

Lewis Carroll: “The Walrus and the Carpenter,” in Through the Looking Glass

I had the entirely rare family-free evening last night. My husband’s friend calls his equally rare solo evenings “bachelor nights,” and indulges in such nastiness as bad old tv shows and Banquet Chicken. (Egads, please don’t let my life come to that.) Me? I wanted cabbage and potatoes, and a good book.

So I harvested some greenhouse spuds, some veg garden lacinato kale, broccoli spears, an onion, garlic, and lots of parsley and marjoram. Deborah Madison has a divine recipe of steamed potatoes in browned butter with steamed savoyed cabbage: so simple but it’s beyond description as far as comfort food goes. Not green enough for my tastes, at least not today in the season of green bounty, thus the addition of the broccoli…and some reserved bacon fat for the kicker. Add a poached egg, some salt and a glass of white wine…it was kingly. Or queenly, as the case might be. Here’s her recipe, which is great for cold nights.

Savoy Cabbage with Potatoes and Brown Butter

  • 8 oz. boiling or fingerling potatoes
  • 1 1/2 lbs. Savoy cabbage, cut into large squares or strips
  • 3 T brown butter (butter slowly heated until it the milk solids separate and brown)
  • 1/2 c diced Taleggio or Taleme cheese
  • 2 T freshly grated Parmesan
  • 2 T chopped fresh sage
  • Salt and milled pepper

Peel the boiling potatoes and cut them into 1/2″ chunks, or rub fingerlings clean and slice into 1/2″ rounds. Steam until tender, about 15 mins., then remove to a bowl, cover, and keep warm. Steam the cabbage until tender, 5-10 mins. Combine veggies in the bowl, add warmed butter and the cheeses, toss, then season with salt and pepper.

From Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone by Deborah Madison