To Market, To Market, and home from the Market

Last time I reviewed a table full of Farm Market purchases, I told you what I didn’t buy. This time I’ll point out the unique, the not-quite-typical fun finds that made it into our bags.

Home from Downtown!

Home from Downtown!

We’ll start on the left. The large plastic bag contains ice and two fresh, cleaned trout, ready for cooking. Chuck cooked them on the grill.

Directly to the right of the trout you’ll see two, no, three packages of pasta made in town. We enjoy their unique flavors. Last year Chuck came home with a package of fettuccine with squid ink. The noodles were black, and the taste was, well, unusual but tasty. In this picture you see two kinds of fettuccine: roasted beet, spinach/garlic and finally, a mix suitable for soup or salad.

Peas, corn, carrots, and then wine. There’s an upscale deli in City Center Plaza, right next to the ramp where we like to park. Chuck picked out a Spanish wine to bring home and serve with the spinach-garlic pasta and grilled trout.

So there you have it, folks. And if you’re wondering just how fresh those trout were, see below. They were still flopping on the scale. For a small fee, the vendor prepped them and cleaned them.

Fresh trout for supper! And I didn't have to bait a hook.

Fresh trout for supper! And I didn’t have to bait a hook.

Share and Enjoy !

Shares

Rhubarb BBQ Sauce

I stumbled upon a suggestion one day – rhubarb BBQ sauce. I looked over the ingredients and said to myself, “Self, we have all of these ingredients in the house, including plenty of rhubarb.” Chuck was skeptical at first, but I made some anyway. He tasted it before I went to the trouble of canning, and he pronounced it good.

This recipe uses a lot of rhubarb. I took a look outside to see how much rhubarb we might have, and if I might have enough to make another batch.

Will there be enough?

Will there be enough?

I needed at least 8 cups of diced rhubarb. Did I get it? Here’s the after shot.

After picking

After picking

I have about 6 and a half cups of diced rhubarb now. The dilemma: do I go back outside to pick right now? Or do I set aside the current harvest, maybe freeze it, until the remainder fills out a bit more? Or – cue the ominous music – do I buy a few large stalks of rhubarb at the Farmers’ Market?

Decisions, decisions.

 

 

Share and Enjoy !

Shares

To Market, Back to Market

Chuck was busy cooking lunch, so I posed the produce on the table instead of the kitchen counter.

What didn't I buy?

What didn’t I buy?

Well, I bought lettuce, but no spinach. I bought strawberries, and just a few blueberries and cherries. We’ll wait until later, when they’re ripening closer to home. I bought eggs, but no cheese. I bought asparagus, but no peas. We could have had sugar snap peas, but I thought I’d wait until I could get a larger quantity for less money. It could happen this weekend!

Chuck complains that I bring too many bags to the market. He’d better look out; I might just feel I must prove him wrong by filling them all. Sneaky snicker. 

Share and Enjoy !

Shares

Yarn Bombs Downtown

It’s great to live in a town where creativity abounds and non-traditional art forms can thrive. On our most recent Fun Day Friday lunch, Amigo and I encountered yarn bombs. Yarn bombs, for the uninitiated, are knitting pieces in public places. We saw a few lampposts with “sweaters” on, benches with slats in different colors and textures, and more.

Ugli doll? Mr. Potato or Eggplant-head?

Ugli doll? Mr. Potato or Eggplant-head?

It’s great when Amigo can enjoy the piece of art work, too.

It's a bird! It's a plane! Its --

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! Its —

It's a daisy and a snake!

It’s a daisy and a snake!

Guerrilla gardening, yarn bombs on the Avenue, what else could happen? I’ll keep my eyes peeled for moss graffiti.

Share and Enjoy !

Shares

Guerrilla tomatoes

I showed off the guerrilla walking onions already. They are bigger than ever. I mentioned that sometimes guerrilla gardening can be done intentionally with moss graffiti or seed bombs. I don’t know how this happened.

Me: Honey, is this parsley or cilantro? Chuck: It's tomatoes.

Me: Honey, is this parsley or cilantro? Chuck: It’s tomatoes.

He was right. There is parsley growing in this pot, but it’s getting overwhelmed with tomatoes. I must have spilled a few seeds or reused a little already-seeded soil.

So what kind of tomato is it?

So what kind of tomato is it?

I’ll help narrow it down. I had seeds for cherry, Roma, and beafsteak tomatoes. I honestly don’t know what kind of tomato decided to sneak itself into my parsley. Readers?  Assistance please.

While I wait, I’ll see if that chocolate and peanut butter combination really works.

Share and Enjoy !

Shares

Rest easy, Lorax. It was time.

It wasn’t an endangered species. It wasn’t the only tree in the area. It provided a little shade, but it also over-shaded another tree so much that the other tree grew asymmetrically. Then, finally, came the construction. 

To make room to install the new utilities, the tree gave up the roots on one side. To make room for the curb and gutter, more of its roots were decimated. Then the sidewalks were repaired and replaced on the other side, leaving clipped off roots sticking almost straight up. The water/gas leak/disaster took away the root system on a third side. The remaining roots, also near the road, were so bad I’ll spare you the picture. There wasn’t much left to hold the tree in place.

Then the heavy equipment operator knocked down the cable to our neighbor’s home. We don’t know if it happened during the damage or the replacement, but the tree lost a large branch and began to split on the road side.

The city forester agreed; it was time to take the tree down. It was no longer safe, and it was likely to rot or get infected due to the overwhelming damage.

Take it down!

Take it down!

 

Later, the stump crew came. He had the foresight to put up a tarp to protect the stump’s privacy. Okay, okay, I know, he was really blocking the chips and sawdust from flying around. 

the great barrier

the great barrier

And there you are, readers. The tree is gone, and we’re relieved. The city will plant a smaller one in a better spot so it doesn’t invade our sewer lateral or force a move of the service walk to the street.

I hope the Lorax isn’t upset.

 

Share and Enjoy !

Shares

Shredded Shred

We took a tangent on the basement clean-up. The major cleaners will be here Tuesday to clean up the silt and dirt from the water disaster. Then they’ll set up professional size fans and dehumidifiers and leave them running to dry the walls. If the walls could talk right now, I’m sure they’d be asking for dry clothes and a little dry weather, too.

Chuck unearthed two aging file cabinets – full file cabinets. He went through them and sorted the contents into recycling and shredding. The shred crates are rather full.

To Be Shredded

To Be Shredded

By the process of estimation (actually from experience feeding pages of old tax returns through the shredder), I’ve determined that one grocery bag of shred equals about three full files. Look at the above crate again. Then look below.

Shredded! It's shredded!

Shredded! It’s shredded!

I leave a little space at the top so I can staple the bag shut. That way, my shredded old resumes won’t be flying around the neighborhood when the truck picks up and dumps the big blue bin. 

I’ve already tossed three grocery bags of shred into the bin. We have many more to go. What do you think, peoples? Are there other uses for shredded paper? Before I start sneaking bags of paper into my neighbor’s bins, leave me a note with an idea or two.

Share and Enjoy !

Shares

Oregano! Oregano! Oregano!

The oregano that wintered indoors didn’t do well. I bought a little new oregano to replace it. A coworker then gifted me with two generous plants from her Greek oregano plant. She recommend I cut them off, dry the tops to use for seasoning, and then re-pot the rest.

 

Oregano the Old

Oregano the Old

Wow. This oregano is growing.

Wow. This oregano is growing.

Sorry, friends. I don’t have an after picture yet. I thought I’d wait until the roots have a chance to settle into their new home.

I will tell you this: the transplanted oregano looks a lot better than the rosemary.

 

 Deep sigh. Green thumb took a break.

Sigh. Green thumb took a break.

Share and Enjoy !

Shares