Fee, Fie, Foe, Friday: What Shall I Cook Today?

Cooking indecisiveness is a disease. Especially when you are a gardener, and you have produce coming from your own vegetable garden every day. Actually, any kind of indecisiveness is a real handicap. I have a dear friend who cannot make even the smallest choice without spending at least 15 minutes first wavering towards one thing and then another. Its tough when you're standing in front of a candy machine at the train station, you money is in it and your train is pulling in. Then she always ends up with a Hershey bar. Really. But seriously, at this time of year, it's really hard to choose one thing over another, haricot beans over Swiss chard? Beets or baby carrots? Right around the 4th of July, the best stuff starts coming in from gardens and farms. So much to pick from, I still can't decide.

Not complaining, though. Most of the year, I'd love to have such a problem. Wallow in the good stuff while you can! I'll decide after I munch a radish or two. Enjoy the long holiday weekend.

Just rinse and serve.

Fee, Fie, Foe, Friday: Even a Bad Day in the Garden is a Good Day

Hot, humid, and sporadic rain. That was my day in the garden today. I only lasted a couple of hours before the thunder and lightening sent me scurrying to the house, but it was wonderful. I was hoeing weeds, hauling the last new raised bed into position, mulching, and thinning beets and arugula. I was filthy, soaked in sweat and it was great. Tomorrow, I'll fill that last bed (last one for this season, two more next year), and then I'll worrying about mulch, compost, and more tomato stakes. Love it all.

I don't know what you like to do, but I've found as I get older that I like to be productive, even in my "off" time. I like having something to show for my efforts. I knit, practice my French, or heaven forbid, write blog posts. Laying on the sofa, a favorite pastime during the dark days of winter, holds little attraction right now, when I know there are dandelions trying to sneak into the vegetable beds. Unfortunately, there still isn't much coming from the garden to really eat except some errant asparagus, so I'm not cooking or canning as much as I will in a few short weeks.

So while today wasn't anywhere near as productive as I'd of liked thanks to Mother Nature being uncooperative, it was still a good day. Tomorrow no matter what the weather, will be just as good.

Me, in the garden, on a sunny day.

Strawberries: The Freakin' Chipmunks are Winning

Today I ate three beautiful, deep red, sugary, juicy homegrown strawberries. Mara des Bois. The ultimate gourmet berry. Picked about ten more, and tossed at least another dozen over the fence that were eaten nearly down to the hull, still attached to the plant.

Probably damaged from ants, not chipmunks,
 as THEY leave nothing behind but the hull. 

The varmints are winning again this year.  I did get a few early strawberries so far. But they're still winning. This place looks like what Chuck calls "Bambi Land" in the Spring. Idyllic green with  deer, squirrels, rabbits, foxes, chipmunks, voles, raccoons, groundhogs and even a weasel or two. Lots of birds, geese, a few mallards, field mice and even the once-a-year garter snake. Pretty. So I garden inside an 8' deer fence. Not so pretty, but does the job defending the vegetable garden from becoming a deer salad bar. It keeps everything out but unwanted bugs, squirrels that can and do climb, and those pesky chipmunks. You'd think that the foxes, snakes and weasels would keep the smaller critters in check. Um, no.

They really are adorable, tiny little furry creatures, but they are such thieves that I'm starting to consider them absolutely evil. Their tiny bodies fit through the chicken wire mesh that surrounds the bottom of the garden fence to keep out the rabbits. Last year they ate ALL the ground cherries that my friend Bobbie assured me I'd love. I have NO idea what ground cherries taste like as I didn't even get one ripe one to try. Not one. This year they've already eaten a bunch of the first, nicest, ripest strawberries.

These are mine, MINE!

These berries are my babies. A French variety called Mara des Bois. They have the flavor and scent of little wild Alpine strawberries, and you never see them in markets. You may get them in a pricy restaurant, if you're lucky. So sweet, with a heady strawberry perfume. So on Saturday, I built an elaborate double plastic mesh dome over the berry plants which  the chippies already apparently chewed through in one spot. I did get a few good berries today, and there are plenty of unripe ones still there. We'll see how it goes over the next few days. A guy at the hardware store in Paoli told me I needed to make my strawberry cover out of something called "hardware cloth". Which is really a small mesh wire fabric--like chicken wire but with 1/4" openings. When I think about working with that, I picture myself with 300 bandaids.

As a dedicated organic gardener, and a lover of small things, I refuse to consider poison. Matt, over at the Kitchen Kapers store in Wayne, who really knows his stuff, (he's got chickens!) suggested a Havahart® trap, but you know, there are so many of the little varmints, I'd be running a chipmunk taxi service every day driving them further out into the sticks. Unless he wants me to drop them off at HIS place.

Still, it totally ticks me off that I spend hours weeding, feeding, seeding, hoeing and planting and those little bastards eat the harvest. I want an Elmer Fudd hat and a pop gun. I need to deal with this now, since in a few short weeks it'll probably be me vs. the squash borers or the Japanese beetles since I won't spray. Guess tomorrow it's going to be me and 16 feet of hardware cloth and a lot of scratches and swearing. It's likely the only way I have a prayer of writing a blog post with a homegrown strawberry recipe in it anytime soon.

All these organic backyard farmers aren't telling you the truth. They make it sound so easy. After 30+ years of organic gardening, it isn't easy. Not if you have chipmunks.