|The "no-one-planted-potatoes" potatoes.|
Finally, the cress and carrots (and I) cried, "Surrender!" and we let the spuds have their way.
They are rather insistent plants.
I'm not complaining though (although my date and I have pledged to a no-carb/low-carb diet this fall). They are delicious little suckers. Last night, I took some of the tiniest, tossed them with olive oil, salt and pepper, and roasted them. Fresh baby potatoes are miniature Flavor Bombs combining the best of two worlds -- crusty (skin) and creamy (innards) -- punctuated with bursts of warm, buttery goodness.
Maybe that no-carb/low-carb thing will have to wait a week or two.
As to be expected, the Farm is winding down. There are bare patches in the gardens where my fellow farmers have started to pull up spent crops. Although still bravely producing, my bean plants look tired -- as opposed to their neighbor, the lemon cucumber. After a painfully slow start this spring, the little devil has decided to invade the entire garden, snaking its way among the beans. . . summer squash. . . and until yesterday, the potatoes. There are lemon cukes e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e.
I've channeled my mom and grandmother's Danish cucumber salad with the help of a fabulous website -- My Danish Kitchen -- discovered yesterday. Scrolling through Gitte's recipes is like re-visiting pretty much every Sunday dinner of my childhood. At least those at Nana and Papa Bailey's house.
I was a well-fed child.
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Well, it is. Those are the guys I roast. And in February, when there's a bunch of crap snow on the ground and it's 50 below outside, it doesn't matter how the fruit looked when you get socked in the mouth with a bite of slow-roasted tomato in your soup or spaghetti sauce.
And, finally, next on the WPFF to-do list: Green tomatoes. They are legion and must be dealt with. Stay tuned. I vow THIS will be the year of the Green Tomato Solution.
I'm pretty much sure When Pigs Fly Farm is Bermtopia's only garden growing strawberries right now -- on a parking strip! They are like a drug. Pop two or three at a time, and you almost forget it's mid-September.