Nov 24, 2019 16:04
...which makes me think I'm a veg-seasonal person. Yeah. I probably am.
The cauliflower, broccoli, broad beans and leeks are having their final fling -- which I appreciate: tonight's dinner is roast chicken + roasted parsnip, carrot, potato, and leeks + steamed broccoli, cauliflower and asparagus. I celebrate the first season's whatever, but also cherish the last season's whatever.
And with home grown tarragon, sage, thyme, and garlic, it will be beautiful. And it'll cost me half nothing, other than a bit of butter, oil and salt. That makes me a happy hamster.
The garden is looking awesome, with everything flowering: tomatoes, capsicums, and raspberries. The rest are sprouting: beans, snow peas, garden peas, pumpkins, zucchini, cucumber and carrots.
Gosh golly wow, how I love gardens. Growing food is so therapeutic. It also makes the very tiny back of my brain think that we're prepared for the zombie apocalypse (assuming that a Great Dane and a Gordon Setter, plus two geriatric cats and an assortment of chickens, can chase off the bulk of the zombies).