Wow, we had to open a new jar of mayonnaise. The garden tomatoes and cucumbers are in a final, fatal rush to the finish line, and who are we to interfere with their predetermined deaths?
We applied palliative care, in fact. Fresh, chewy bread, a crack of pepper and a little salt. That mayo.
The star today, a little surprisingly, was the cucumber. The 'maters have been red, ripe and reliable (once that gloom-infected summer ended), but not knockouts in the taste department.
The cucumber (called a General Lee, I believe) was so delicious, it had to be peeled. The peels are thick, a little spiny, and spinning with deep green flavor. Good for the compost pile. The tender bright slices were delirious with moist, garden nuance. Gonna grow these from now on.
OK, is it time for fall food yet? I got some ideas.
Aaaannnd. If you care. The dog, the driver and the dope (that would be me) survived the 10-hour ordeal yesterday. Flying colors. Only one poop in my parents' hallway, and I didn't do it.