Tag Archives: tomatoes
Planting 2018
I’ve blogged it a dozen times if I’ve blogged it once: I am not a gardener. (The record says I’ve blogged it more than once. For starters see “My Dinghy Garden” from 2011 and “Down in the Dinghy” from 2012.) … Continue reading
Down in the Dinghy
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: I’m not a gardener. My paternal grandmother was a gardener. Not me. I also hate fresh fruits and vegetables. I’ve said that before too. But I like getting dirty. So I … Continue reading
Hot Ts
It’s been hot. How hot? Usually I do laundry when I run out of underwear. Yesterday I did laundry because I’d run out of tank tops and muscle Ts. There were only two regular Ts on the line, and no … Continue reading
Last Pesto of the Season
Last Friday I finally got around to picking basil. It would be the last big picking of the season, so I’d put it off for several days. The nearly full four-cup measure sat on my counter for several days more. … Continue reading
My Tomatoes Are Staring at Me
So I made gazpacho — very good — but the big tomatoes kept coming. Spaghetti sauce, I thought. Almost two weeks ago I laid in the ingredients I didn’t already have on hand: mushrooms, a long coil of hot Italian … Continue reading
Fear & Loathing in the Garden Patch
I hate fresh fruits and vegetables. What I hate most about fresh vegetables are the deadlines: use me now or I will turn to gelatinous goo in your refrigerator. I’m a freelance editor. I have enough deadlines in my life. … Continue reading
My dinghy garden
I’ve got a couple of really bilious posts on deck, but I’ve just mixed up a sourdough sponge that will rise all night and be ready to knead in the morning, and tonight I’m going to write about my garden. … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 