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Why did I plant over a hundred tomato plants? When one receives cookbook La scienza in cucina e l’arte di mangier bene, one cooks Italian food. I grow the food too. The cookbook was written by Pellegrino Artusi, first published 1891.
I am so worth it.
Where’s the beef? I’ve mastered bolognese (with milk), all manner of ragu and insalate con pomodori. Gardener tested, husband approved. That said, while there were no spoons or gagging involved, my homemade pasta needs some work. Not having a pasta attachment for my mixer, rolling the dough out by hand is a horror version of wax on, wax off. I still have phantom pains in my wrist just thinking about it. Thinner, THINNER! When it comes to rolling out dough, anyone interested in trading places?
Sometimes the urge to try is simply irresistible, even when I know the task will be a huge pain in the behind. I mean LOOK at these tomatoes. The power of northern Italian cooking compels me! It’s always a thriller.
Pardon me, would any of you happen to have a love for peppers? Me too! I learned it by watching YOU! Seriously. I am very late to the pepper game. I bought the BS that peppers really aren’t for northern gardeners. I did not even use them in cooking at the time, like the pepper virgin that I was. Seeing the fun everyone was having with peppers encouraged me to try. Yet, ancient CWalter secret, I am far too curious for my own good and planted some peppers in 2017 here anyway. Now I grow them and eat them and love them.
Well, isn’t that SPECIAL!
I’d walk a mile for some winter squash with no squash vine borer damage. Ms. Squash Vine Borer Moth, stop laying eggs on my food! Phone home; the street lights are on and I hear your mom calling. Something, just get the heck away from my garden. I turn into a gremlin well before midnight when I see a rabbit or squash vine borer around. Yeah, yeah, I know they’ll be back, like totally, for sure.
This is my squash.
This is my squash on borers. See the difference?
Nobody puts raspberries in a corner. Except me. Thanks to Jessica Rabbit and her 10,000 babies, I had the best raspberry year ever. Thanks. PSYCH! Still don’t like bunnies. THEY KILLED MY APPLE AND PEACH TREES, in case nobody knew that.
Fight the power! Or for your right to party. Whatevs. Ok, fine, the rabbits chewing the all the stems to the nub and leaving a billion cocoa puffs in the area may have resulted in a bumper crop of fall raspberries. But still.
Silly rabbit, the berries are for MY kids (and me…okay only me). The Husband does not like raspberries. I know. I do love him for other reasons. His girthy brain. And the fact that he played Dungeons and Dragons. Nerds are my favorite.
P.S. My raspberry empanadas do a body good!
Who you gonna call when you want ground cherries? ME. I want my ground cherries early and plentiful, as I make a delicious jelly for the masses! By masses I mean like three people. Who here doesn’t like ground cherries? Talk to the hand. They’re great!
I love the smell of snapdragons in the morning. And roses. Stock as well. At night, I love the scent of brugmansia. My front garden smells like heaven. Looks like it too. Same as yours, I bet.
Of course, we all know nothing comes between me and my dahlias. I dug them up a week or so ago and they already look like crap. Temperature is correct, yet the humidity is wrong. Why must I love these damn expensive things? I am not getting The Message that being a material flower girl requires more money than I have.
Just say no to flowers?!?! As IF!
Why share this diary with you? Because I just want to pump you up, OBVIOUSLY! Am I not good enough, smart enough and doggone it, don’t you all like me?