Sunday, November 21, 2010

Our First Garden

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Our first food garden proved to be wonderfully exciting, full of anticipation, and rewards. Not everything went as we’d planned; the cold wet summer in Seattle didn’t allow for the watermelons, cantaloupe, red bell peppers, and purple heirloom tomatoes that we’d ambitiously attempted. We however had a huge bounty of lettuces, tomatoes, strawberries, herbs, onions, peas, and carrots.  and were for the most part astounded at how easy it was to grow so much food.

The four pack of early girl tomatoes alone, produced over 100 big red tomatoes, we made soup, pasta sauce, slow roasted tomatoes,  and countless grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches.

Below is our 2010 garden in review.

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  • Strawberries
  • Rhubarb
  • Blueberries
  • Figs
  • Cantaloupe (Fail)
  • Watermelon (Fail)

 

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Picking strawberries at their peak made a huge difference in flavor. It was truly incredible to eat a warm juicy strawberry fresh off the plant.

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As you can see, the plants spread out immensely from their original starts, and because strawberries are perennial, I will look forward to many warm luscious berries next season and for years to come.

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According to the lady who sold me this rhubarb start, I couldn’t eat the rhubarb this year, so I longingly admired it all summer, and am exceedingly excited to make this, and this, and this next year! Rhubarb curd? I can’t believe I haven’t made some yet! My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

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These plump sun-ripened blueberries were enjoyed in thick Greek yogurt, once they had gotten so plump and juicy they just about fell of the bush from their girth.

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The figs didn’t mature before the cold set in.  Better luck next year I suppose. Until then I will dream of exquisite  fresh figs plucked right from a tree in my backyard.

Vegetables

  • Onions (Red, Walla Walla)
  • Garlic
  • Shallots
  • Carrots
  • Potatoes
  • Tomatoes (Early Girl, Purple (Fail), Yellow)
  • Bell Peppers (Failed)
  • Sugar Snap Peas
  • Cucumbers
  • Lettuces (Romaine, Merlot,Crocivencous, Baby Oak Leaf)
  • Arugula
  • Spinach

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The sugar snap peas were eaten raw and in stir fry, and were so succulent and sweet. Our only issue with these was their growth spurts, next year we shall plan a trellis taller than 3 ft. more like 6-8 ft. These peas went crazy!

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The lettuces were probably my favorite thing. Their taste was inexplicably unique and refreshing, I would often eat the tender leafs plain, right out of the garden, as I ambled by our beds each day.

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This pepper was so promising. Alex and I pined over it for 2 months.

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About a week after this picture,  the perfect little pepper got moldy and rotted off the plant. Boo.

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The four little early girl tomatoes (center), and the purple heirloom (far right)still at a reasonable size. These wood steaks were practically laughable by the end of the summer when the tomatoes morphed into huge plants they toppled  in on themselves and made these seemingly ample steaks look like we had tried to corral our tomato plants with toothpicks.

Our three little basils got too wet and cold during Seattle’s Juneuary, and later got over shadowed by the enormous tomatoes. Next year we will plant the basil later and not near the tomatoes. And perhaps we can make the garden fresh caprese salad we’d initially envisioned eating when we originally thought of having our own garden.

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Tomatoes as they started go crazy.

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Alex attempting to tame the wild tomatoes. 

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Tomatoes after I made an attempt to prune them back mid-summer.

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Very quickly the wild plants went back to looking like this.

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The yellow tomatoes weren’t near as prolific or wild as the early girls. We savored them on bruschetta for my birthday in August.

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The red carrots were particularly tasty in the roasted root veggie medley we often make, and next year we plan to go exclusively with the red carrots, since orange ones are so cheap anyway, and the taste difference wasn’t as noticeable as with other items.

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Cucumber Blossoms, so precious.

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One of the two large cucumbers that came to fruition. The wet, cold summer hindered the others.

Herbs

  • Basil (Genovese, Purple, and Thai)
  • Chives
  • Chamomile
  • Lavender(Spanish, French)
  • Sage
  • Rosemary
  • Thyme (Lemon)
  • Oregano
  • Tarragon
  • Mint (Spearmint, Peppermint, Spanish, Curly, Chocolate, Ginger, Pineapple)
  • Parsley
  • Dill

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The chamomile was so delicate and whimsical. I was lazy and didn’t use the little buds for a  homemade tea, there’s always next year, but I did very much enjoy its appearance.

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Perhaps I was  too busy drinking mojitos from all of this fresh mint to get too into the thought of chamomile tea.

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Pork tenderloin stuffed with sage. Mwa (Kissing my fingers)

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Lavender provided a lovely scent for the garden all summer long.

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Our  little gnome, Peter, carefully guarded the garden and it’s bounty. Saving berries from birds, and lettuces from slugs. (Ok so we had to take extra measures like egg shells for slugs and netting over the strawberries for birds, but he sure was cute)

Although Alex questioned my purchase of Peter, (one dollar at an estate sale) I believed him to be well worth his price. He passed on his wisdom of gardens past through little whispers to our plants. (Psst, Peter, next year can you whisper to my purple tomatoes)

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Next year we are excited to branch out, and also to master the usual suspects.  The cold wet winter ahead will be made bearable imagining the  fruits, veggies, herbs, and cute little garden gnomes to come in the spring.

How did your garden grow? What worked and flopped? What should I look into growing next year? What are your favorite recipes from the garden?

Get ready for the cozy fires, lovely books on the couch, hot cocoa in big mugs, movie watching, snuggling up and hunkering down to come. Happy thanksgiving, enjoy the bounty of food, family and friends as this growing season closes and we settle in for winter.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Thrift Share Mondays

 

A friend of mine described this blog as “Thrift Porn”  when asked to describe it to his wife. Although some bloggers might take offense to this reference, for some reason I loved it. And to put it in his terms, I haven’t been puttin’ out lately.

I’ve been wanting to link up with The Apron Thrift Girl’s thrift share Monday for a while, so here’s a collection of pent up thrift share Mondays, and if you like “thrift porn”, there are lots of other lovely pictures of thrift linked to her site every Monday. (Although she’s much more charming with words, and would probably not use the word porn in the same sentence with these other lovely people.)

I may get some strange hits from the verbiage in this post, but I just loved his description so much I had to use it. This probably will be the last time I describe my blog as porn though because I do often use the word free as well, and the overuse of those two words might link me to some interesting searches.

Getting to the goods.

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Vintage Apron, Hand Embroidered tea towel, and embroidery thread bought at a church rummage sale about a month ago for one dollar total. Cute little old ladies in a church basement can’t be beat, thrift-wise, in my opinion.

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Goodwill run a few weeks ago. Sugar bowls, crock, syrup dispenser, old Sunset magazine, and cute little glass dome.  Total five dollars.

The orchid was a birthday gift to Alex and I just thought it looked pretty in the picture.The coupons are for Meyer’s stuff. My mom sent me them in the mail.  Just used them yesterday on geranium scented shower spray; the delightful scent motivates me to clean my shower.

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Free post cards, I’ve collected from coffee shops for Alex. He wanted me to find a way to display them on his dresser, so I found this metal picture holder at a garage sale for 25 cents.

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This sideboard is a new favorite. I don’t hate the color as much as some might assume, but do think it will end up getting refinished because Alex can’t take the pea green. The pulls turn me off more than the color, so I will need to find some interesting pulls once it is refinished.

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It will provide a wonderful place to hold entertaining swag (extra glasses, plates, napkins, platters, candles, etc.) I’ve been stashing that stuff in an upstairs closet, and it will be much more convenient to have everything so close to the dining room.  Perhaps it may even motivate me to entertain  more. The cost was 60 dollars at an estate sale.

The white platter is Frankoma, bought at a yard sale for 2 dollars. Finally after searching for platters all summer this beautifully simple white one came into my world, and when I came home I discovered the Frankoma etching on the bottom and fell in love even more.

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I wander past the hundreds of shoes at “The Will” each and every time I go. I have yet to find a thing that is in my size and doesn’t smell like a gym loccer, so I  was therefore stunned to find the Red Earth Shoes, that I had been planning to buy anyway perched on their racks in my size, in great condition and costing 6 dollars and 99 cents as opposed to the 100 dollars plus tax they cost new. I felt as though the thrift gods had shined upon me that day. Couldn’t have been more perfect.

Hope you enjoyed the thrift peep show and happy Thrift Share Monday ya’ll!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Home

What is the definition of home? Is it a house ? Is it a specific person or people? Is it a town? Or is it simply a state of mind?

In my younger years home was an extremely static place, it did not move out of a 10 mile radius. It was my house with my parents, my bed, my food, and my cat.  Home was the small town which I spent all my early years discovering. The place where I knew every street, short cut, secret playground, and little donut shop. I knew people and people knew me.
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As years went by home became much harder to figure out, and the road home became an intermingled obstacle of highways and crooked roads which seemed so unfamiliar it was unthinkable to retrace the route back.

After moving to Seattle, getting divorced, and quitting my job, all in the period of less than a year, I felt lost. Where was I?  Who was I? And furthermore where, what, and who could bring me back home. (Iowa with all of my connections 10 years ago.) It was impossible to find this place without a road trip time machine.

In the midst of this all I had begun renting a room from a lovely lady, in a lovely house. Despite her warmness, her house was not my home.

To add insult to injury, my soul mate of a cat,Sally, who had shown me nothing but unconditional love and support over our 10 years together had decided moving to a house with a cat she didn’t like was the last straw in our relationship; she had taken to hissing at me as I walked into the room, and running under the bed when I tried to snuggle her.

The lovely little house I’d moved into was already equip with a full kitchen full of utensils, which for some reason really made me miss the spoons my husband had taken in our divorce. Stirring my coffee with those spoons had for some reason equaled home in my mind.

One memory in particular sticks out as the time in my life where I was entirely adrift, not tied to any place, person, or thing. The absence of secret playgrounds, short cuts, moms, houses, jobs,spoons,and husbands had left me hollow and aching for home.

I said to my new boyfriend, Alex, nonchalantly at first, “I think I want to move home.”

I’d been holding it together pretty good with all that had been happening, but in that moment,saying those words aloud, and feeling the impact of what they meant “ I want to move home” made me lose it. It was the first time I had really cried in front of him in the 4 months we’d been together.

In the midst of my sobs which seemed to come from nowhere,“I said I think I should move back to Iowa, so I can be home again.” 

He held me, and said he understood what I meant.  I explained how it  seemed like everyone else in this life had dreams of grandeur; they wanted to accomplish great things, go to fantastic far off places, and amass an amount of amazing experiences, but all I wanted to do was be home.

I said how I wanted to bake a cake, spend time with my friends, play board games, meander in my neighborhood on a Saturday afternoon, go yard saling, and have a vegetable garden. I told him I just want a simple life with simple pleasures, but that I didn’t know how to get back there from here.

He wrapped me in his arms and said “Me too…..that’s all I want too.” For a moment I felt home. And I realized it wasn’t about Iowa it was about feeling home, I needed to figure out what home was for me, and let go of the rest. I needed to let go of what I thought I should be compared to other people, and just be what made me feel home.

It would be great to say that from that moment on, I was enlightened enough to follow through on that epiphany, but that was just the spark to an idea which caused me to go in search of home. Here are a few things I’ve found so far.

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Home is baking a cake from scratch for someone I love. And home is also discovering after careful investigation that almost all items in this picture were found at yard sales or were hand me downs from friends and family.

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Home is reading a book on the back patio on a sunny day.

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Home is a little flower from the garden in a glass vile handed down by my mom.

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Home is little wild flowers planted by Alex on our side porch in the summer.

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Home is where Sally is. (And especially where she is and is not angry with me)  Home is mom, dad, brother, friends, grandma and Alex. But most of all it is me, and where I am when I am there.

Home is being grounded, slowing down, and figuring out what I actually enjoy in life. Home is making time for people I love, shooting the shit over a few beers,  and playing a board game on a Sunday afternoon.

Home is not who I am to anyone else, but it is who I am to me.

It’s taken a lot of work and thought to get back home, and these days I do feel home more times than not.  But every day the challenge is to check myself and ask, why are you doing that? Does this make you feel home, or are you moving away from yourself?

The cheesy saying written on many a wooden door sign, “Home is where the heart is”,  is true, except I would just change one word and say “Home is where my heart is.” And that is it.

That is all I have to do to get back home find my heart and my breath in each moment. Here’s to you all finding your way home to whatever, wherever, whoever and whenever. Welcome Home to us all.