The girl models edible jewelry in the form of garlic scape bracelets. That’s part of the first round of garlic drying on a rack behind her, a harvest of about 10 pounds of softnecks from my tiny first-year bulbil sets. They didn’t get as large as I thought but this was still a successful experiment.
Many, many things bloom and ripen at the same time and it is quite a boon for both we food gardeners and the people our gardens feed. Strawberries and rhubarb, tomatoes and basil, peas and spring onions are a few at the top of my head/tip of my tongue. And there are items we seasonal eaters absolutely look forward to all year: for me, it’s that one big pot of asparagus risotto, that first gluttonous binge of shell peas, that first ripe tomato, warm in your hand.
Somehow, however, my convergence gets off track, and it’s (mostly) my own damned fault. I mentioned that my potatoes went in late this year. I also mentioned that garlic is ONLY getting the greenhouse treatment from now on because the heads so produced are exceedlingly large and (thanks to the time warp that’s greenhouse living) early. This means, therefore, that my garlic scapes are going to miss the first grabbled potatoes by as much as a month. SIGH. This, this is a shame. Tiny potatoes and minced garlic scapes! Divine!
Scapes are little twisty miracles all on their own, of course. The flower stem of rocambole or hardneck garlic, there is raging debate if they should be left on or chopped off to ensure bigger heads below ground. Frankly, I have never noticed a difference in the head size of scapes that escaped. But I do what I can to harvest them all. They can freeze successfully, and even have a fairly long life in the refrigerator if you keep them in a damp towel. I won’t go that far. All my potatoes are gone (and this is no hardship; they’re staples 10 months of the year) so I actually (gasp!) purchased three local Russets from the farm stand down the road.
I couldn’t let those scapes go without a little spud love….