Monday, October 07, 2013

Holy Harvest, Batman!!

I planted twelve Beauregard sweet potato slips last spring.  The vines ended up covering easily 1/3 of the surface of my garden.  I dug one hill three or four weeks ago and found huge sweet potatoes.  Today I dug three more hills.  

I didn't get all those eggs today, only five of them.  I am not sure I need to freeze any more peppers, but I probably will, rather than let them go to waste.  Tomorrow we'll have stuffed peppers.  I'm not sure I'll use the eggplant.  I'd love to make ratatouille, but don't have any zucchini or yellow squash right now.  We had Eggplant Parmesan, one of Cliff's favorite dishes, today.  

I pulled up one turnip just to see how they were doing, and they are plenty big enough to use already.  Remember the poem I learned from an old farmer?  Plant your turnips the 25th of July, wet or dry.  Harvest them the 25th of October, drunk or sober.  Actually, I hope I can find a home for some of them someplace, since turnips are one of the handful of foods Cliff can't stand.  He doesn't even like to smell them cooking, although it's funny to me that cabbage cooking doesn't bother him, and it stinks to high heaven.  

We are getting more tomatoes than we need, still.  It's been a better-than-usual tomato year for me.  Blight wasn't able to destroy my plants in mid-summer, as usually happens.  It's there, but has been slow to spread.  I've also managed to have zucchini ever since June, until a few days ago.  That's a very unusual situation for me.  Potatoes, which usually do well in my garden, were pathetic this year.  One thing about a garden, there's always a victory or two for every defeat.        

The baby isn't here today, since Dad works construction and it was too muddy on-site to work, so she's home with him.  I imagine that will happen a lot this winter.  I took advantage of the situation to do some garden work. 

Bonnie is due to calve in three days, so we have her penned up in the lot away from steep hills and ditches.  She isn't very happy about the situation.  I'm not sure what condition of milk, or how much milk, to expect out of her this time; her udder and teats are showing a lot of wear and tear.  She's no spring chicken, so I hope her calf, sired by the Red Angus bull we had, is another heifer.  It would be nice to have two of her offspring around.     


I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

Your garden is still doing amazingly well. Your sweet potatoes are making up for the others that didn't do well. That is something I've been looking for at the farm markets here. Haven't found one yet.

Margaret said...

I am VERY jealous that you still have tomatoes. Mine got too cold at night and started to look crummy, so I pulled them out. It was sad. There is nothing better than a home grown tomato. (as John Denver would sing!)


WOW that's quite a haul you have. It's great to eat home grown.

Lori said...

My father loved turnips and liked to eat them simply boiled with a bit of salt and butter. I like them but not by themselves. Sometimes if I do a stew I will put a turnip in it, just to add a little kick to it.