It has been a real eye-opener, having a miniature farm in my backyard.
A lot of the plants went into the ground rather late for my area, meaning if they'd gone in sooner I'd be knee-deep in motley harvest by now.
As it is, I'm only plagued by tomatoes, cucumbers and arugula.
And when I say "plagued," you know I'm kidding.
Oh, wait. Lettuce too. OK, I'm not kidding.
Let's not talk about the pears; I didn't plant them.
A whole bunch of this stuff cannot be preserved. Sure, there are cucumber pickles, but these are the delicate Asian variety... which doesn't mean I'm not going to try. Might not work, but we'll have fun scarfing them up freshly salted if need be.
The tomatoes are notoriously saveable, and I will get around to my oven-roasted "sauce" as soon as I get tired of BLTs and tomato tarts.
The arugula and lettuce are just too ephemeral. Meaning we must harvest and eat as often as possible. Could life get worse?
And then there are the zucchini, which are only just now showing a tinge of manliness. Soon they'll be fierce warrior cubs, and we'll have to roast them and grind them into soup... but I don't know a way to preserve them for winter.
I eat what I can't can.
Tender leaf lettuce with halved Sungold cherry tomatoes, topped with a scattering of marigold petals. Hey! I grew 'em.