I eat pesto like most people eat Wheaties. Out of a bowl with a spoon. That said, I try to curtail my impulses to do so, favoring a slice of cuke, zuchinni or a thin cracker to host the spread. I have grown basil for about 15 years, always overplanting, sometimes not harvesting it all … Continue reading »
I spoke to a fellow gardener yesterday who, like may of us, is in a quandary over mountains of tomatoes, many green. Well, I am a big fan of picking all the green ones (I don’t go any smaller than a clementine for saving, but this is just my own personal creed) and bringing them … Continue reading »
I love rhubarb. Do I love the taste with a capital T? Not especially. I just love everything about the plant. The beautiful ruffled leaves, the scarlet stalks, the iron clad perennial-ness of it. The fact that almost every yard older than, oh, 20 years in Minnesota has a familiar clump tucked away in the … Continue reading »
Weather rumor has it (isn’t that about all a weather forecast really is?) that tomorrow night will host a killing frost. The scramble began today to save what is worth saving in the garden. I moved in the rubber tree that had been summering on the patio corner (and about doubled in size) and moved … Continue reading »
Whenever I see a bouquet of basil at the grocery store for $5, I say a little thank-you prayer for my stand of it out back in my veggie garden. I will always overplant basil. Undoubtedly, some will bite it on that first killing frost, but even then, it is rather like freeze-drying a batch. … Continue reading »
I am on a campaign to put a rhubarb plant, that king of perennial vegetables, in every garden in America. I confess… there were many years I never touched the stuff. Yet, the old reliable anchored the corner of my vegetable garden, asking little, offering odd shoots of seedheads and fodder for the compost, and … Continue reading »
God, I love brussels sprouts (and I always thought it was brussel sprouts). This is odd considering I am a person who can count with one hand the foods I don’t especially care for, and they use to be on the countdown. That all changed about a year ago. I was making a special dinner … Continue reading »
