I am so sad — this week is our penultimate veggie week! Still, it is a glorious week in terms of content. Behold:
Once again, The Boy and I were slackards on the organizational and/or picking-up fronts, so we’re very grateful to Chris and Boj for picking up our veggies. (And, uh, our slack. As it were.). We picked up our tidily pre-divvied bag of veggies and got…
Daikon radishes!! I am so excited about these, I actually can’t decide what I want to make. (And yes, crazily, I am considering kimchi, but I’m pretty sure the dim sum turnip cakes will win out. Yes, I also realize daikon are not turnips.). Speaking of which, we also got rutabaga! Also not a turnip! Kale, and gloriously leafy celery, and leeks! At this point, I might actually do something with the leeks other than put them in a soup with potatoes — which we also got! (So… Anyone have any good non-potato-soup leek recipes?)
The Boy is still impressed by the size of our weekly hauls, so I’m feeling very happy about our having signed up for next year already. This weekend, I have determined that I will not forget our chequebook as I have for the past month, so we can buy a sampler box of beef from the farmer we regularly buy dog bones from at the farmer’s market. Given the rate at which we eat beef, I figure we should work our way through it by about February, which should put the timing right for a spring order, if we decide to buy a chunk of cow. Given The Boy’s extremely tasty success with smoking his own bacon (What’s that? You’ll have to wait and see!), I’m also hopeful that we’ll order half a pig over the next year too. Hurray! My goal to farm-source our foodstuffs* is (ever so very slowly) happening!
* Well, within reason. I’m not about to give myself an ulcer trying to find local wheat, canola oil or salt. I’m also not going to stop cooking with lemons, limes or olive oil any time soon, and the likelihood of those growing around here is pretty scant. Still, for stuff like eggs and honey, it isn’t that much more work for me to get them from a farmer so… why not? My next biggest challenge will probably be milk. But that can wait till next year.
My energy in preserving the harvest season’s bounty has definitely waned, although whether that’s been due to the diminishing light and grey skies, or to the mounting stress at work, I’m not sure. Maybe a little of both. In either case, cake snacks with Ovaltine are becoming more commonplace, and I’m making much better progress on my knitting these days. Come on in Autumn! I’m ready for the time of woodsmoke and trick or treaters!