Sometime after taking this picture I wrote a short mental love note from me to broccoli. Then I tenderly washed all five heads of the stuff and we devoured it in less than two days. We ate some raw, we ate some barely cooked, we curried some, we put some in a nice pasta dish. And then we wished for more.
We’ve been doing the same with zucchini. We have four zucchini plants growing in the garden and we’ve managed (so far) to keep up with the supply. In all we’ve given away four of our zukes to some squash crazy friends. The rest we’ve stuffed, fried, baked, shredded into bread and muffins, slow cooked in lasagna, and we’re contemplating soups and pancakes.
What’s on the menu tonight? Black bean and summer squash enchiladas.
First, we picked the lettuce, sorting out what was edible and what was not. Then we rinsed out the pool, threw the hose in, added a pool-happy toddler for optimum soaking, and stripped the lettuce leaves into the water.
The pool worked really well for rinsing off the big chunks of garden dirt and bugs. Then we spread it all out on a king size sheet, rolled it up to dry it, and bagged it for the food bank. Eighteen 1-gallon bags of mixed salad greens.
The Manitou Cliff Dwellings were moved to Manitou Springs from somewhere in Southwestern Colorado and reconstructed under a rock overhang outside of town. Seriously.
