It’s not every day that I walk into the Ladies’ at work to see a harried-looking guy nod briefly at me before scurrying out, one who isn’t wearing overalls, or pushing a cart full of repair-type Stuffs.
I try not to think too much about it (maybe he was lost?) and move on to thinking about why Workplace would have decided to change their toilet paper to Fast Food Joint Napkin-grade.
I know, the depth of my musings at work never ceases to amaze me either. Luckily, that’s not what’s making up the body of this post.
First up, a confession. The cheque’s in the mail to sign us up with a different farm for 2011’s CSA boxes. I do feel a little guilty, but only (as I was explaining to The Boy on our way to pick up today’s shipment) because I actually see Farmer Gord every week. If I were to suddenly end my love affair with Nine West shoes and start buying some other brand instead, I wouldn’t feel guilty about it. I know it’s not quite the same thing but… it’s not a totally ridiculous comparison either. He’s a friendly guy, and clearly has good intentions but… I’m not totally happy. On top of that, this other farm is in the city, and I’m looking forward to being more involved with it. So w00t to that!
Now, on a slightly treacherous note, this week’s shipment!
It looks a little small, although I think that’s because the picture doesn’t really show how many beans are in that bag — it’s about half full, or about twice what we’ve gotten to date in terms of beans. They are accompanied by a couple turniplets, zucchini, patty-pan squash (which I chose over more yellow zucchini), carrots (hurray!), and tomatoes. Apparently Farmer Gord had had high hopes for potatoes, but they weren’t in the cards, so something to look forward to next week!
I’m still feeling half-dead with the ninja cold, so no meal plan for next week, although I do have a couple ideas for food. First up, since I dredged up some rice paper wrappers while looking in the pantry for apple juice, Vietnamese-style spring rolls. I figure I can shred up pretty much any veggies and cram them in — including turnips, for some bite!
Next, although I put last week’s patty-pan in a stir-fry, I came across this suggestion for stuffing it, so I’m interested in giving that a try too.
I did end up making zucchini bread last week with a couple light mods (the main one being to double the crystal ginger called for) and to my surprise, The Boy approved. (He doesn’t share my love of ginger. Most people don’t, to be honest.) I don’t think this week’s squash is big enough to make a loaf, but I might grate it up into some muffins or something. (Umm, after using half of it for springrolls of course. Ahem.)
So, if you live anywhere near our soggy corner of the province, you’ll no doubt be as sick of the rain as I am. While it has given me a great excuse for not mowing the back yard, the constant damp also means that whenever we do get a sunny day, I’ll have something like a foot of growth to contend with.
There has been something else (other than grass) enjoying the rain too: mushrooms. The Boy took this picture of an enormous white puffball (I think; do they get that big?) in our yard. Soccer ball and Smelly provided for scale.
Anyway, carnival mushrooms aside, I’ve had it with this wet. My poor tomatillos — bravely shivering in their little paper shells — have been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for some sunshine to warm them up to finish ripening. For a month now. ARGH. September, I have one thing to say to you: FAIL. So, October? Can you do me a favour and give me a solid two weeks of warmth for the garden to finish up in? I would appreciate it.