Sunday, July 25, 2010

Canning season is upon us

It's that time of year again, when crates of tomatos at the farmer's market are cheap, making it possible for us to put up many jars for the winter.

Undoubtedly, the notion of canning seems antiquated to many. Why waste a summer evening or precious weekend day slicing and simmering pots on the stove when you can buy everything under the sun at the grocery store in abundence?

Because the truth is, most grocery store produce sucks. While it's very hard to go without any fresh food (and I don't try, but I do limit it) in the winter months, for things like pasta sauce, the truth is that the taste quality of those mealy, pinkish orbs in the grocery store don't actually have any flavor. So, these last few years we've tried to preserve some of the wonderful produce that we can buy at farm markets or grow on our own.



See how lovely?

Last year Margie and I discovered that the most excellent way to can these tomatos is to smoke em first. This lead to me buying yet another smoker (last years sucked because it took four hours to adequately smoke a tomato and this is NOT OKAY). So John and I went to the Home Depot and brought home some sort of contraption that I, being crazy, decided to build in the yard all by myself on one of summer's hottest days.

So, Matlock and I spent a lot of time in our yard trying to figure out how to smoke up some tomatos. Apparently there is a PENALTY OF DEATH for using pre-soaked briquettes or lighter fluid of any kind, so I got to work on starting fires on 103 degree days. My dog thinks I'm an idiot.



You start with something like this



Slice them and put them onto racks, and smoke before canning.

Our cucumber plant has been prolific this year. Friends and family have been the recipients of our bounty of beautiful cucumbers, crunchy and fresh off the vines. Margie and I have taken to pickling them due to the quantity.










Pretty!


The garden's bounty has been good to us thus far this year.




Cherry tomatos in abundence!



Zucchinis have become muffins

Of course I now have another 20 lbs of tomatos to process. Anyone want to come help me slice?

Poor Agnes!!!

Agnes has surprised us all by somehow laying an egg that is twice the size of her normal eggs.




Sometimes life as a chicken is hard.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Featured on Prince of Petworth

Our garden has been featured on local DC blog Prince of Petworth!!!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Of somewhat bigger cantaloupes and HOLY CRAP THAT'S A ZUCCHINI ALMOST AS BIG AS MY THIGH!

Lovely little melons, each about the size of a lemon or so:



Aren't they sweet?

I was perusing the garden, smiling at all the ripening little tomatos...



When I noticed the fruit of my zucchini-raping loins. Well, holy crap, we DO have zucchinis. Oh and DO WE EVER. Apparently no one noticed this gem, which was close to the size of my thigh:



Oops.

Today's haul:





Monday, July 5, 2010

We have tiny baby cantaloupes!!!

Well, the cantaloupe vines have done gone crazy. They've been sitting there wrapping themselves around things for weeks and we were wondering if we'd have to rape them too, but a few bees showed back up and now, lo and behold...



The garden is looking awfully snazzy:















The day's vast haul.



Brio was watching me take pictures of the garden. I'm pretty sure he thinks that we are all crazy. How does one get from a racetrack in New Mexico to a place like our little red farm with the chickens in the yard?

Brio was, of course, and off the track thoroughbred racehorse. It took him a long time to wish to live outside like a horse (he still prefers to be indoors a lot of the time) and to be cool with just hanging out. Our horses do a lot of just hanging out.




See? Big horse Wings has gotten very good at hanging out and our ridiculous antics.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

In which I somehow rape a zucchini...

Well, it turns out that this whole "dying off of bees" thing sucks. That, and we're pretty sure Mark made it a personal vendetta to kill them off before they killed him off, because apparently he is highly allergic and they could kill him. Unfortunately, some of our plants are not self-polinating, which led to this unfortunate afternoon, in which I had to rape a zucchini plant, quite against it's will indeed.



Do you all see how sassy I am around our farm? It was freaking 99 degrees out today and I'd already ridden one horse, so I wet down my hair and put on a baseball cap. Whoever said that riding horses is a glamorous and elegant sport has some rather severe misunderstandings. I mean, it IS... about half the time. But when the rest of you time is spent working on things around the farm, suddenly it becomes not so elegant.

I digress. That was me with a boy zucchini flower, preparing for some unprotected pollination.



My life is no longer glamorous.



However, my peppers pollinated just fine.



These are black peppers. Don't hold out any hope. We've killed the peppers somehow every other year.



The garden this week





Look at those maters!



Starting to ripen.

And alas, BOUNTY! We have cucumbers coming up like crazy.





Victorious me, harvesting cucumbers just moments after the zucchini rape. Does anyone know how to rape a melon? I don't think they're self-pollinating either.

In which Agnes plants a victory garden...

Mark was out weed-eating the garden and around the chicken coop the other day and we were pleased to discover that our ladies had planted their very own garden. We'd fed them the cracked tomatos last year and lo and behold, plants have sprouted up behind the chicken coop.





First you plant the seeds...



Then, you fertilize like mad...












It's a bit more petite than our big garden...





And it definitely requires the supervision of a lady in red...



and a Gertrude to watch:



The horses were pretty unhelpful, having provided compost for this whole endeavor..











But Agnes is queen of all things cute.