Green pepper sandwiches were one way my mother handled the bounty from the garden. We loved them. Sliced green peppers on white bread with Miracle Whip. I cannot imagine eating that now, but I do have garden harvest to handle. (Just not seven kids to feed, thank God.) My most recent brainstorm was borscht concentrate. Soup takes up lots of space, and my freezer size is limited. I have a lower drawer in my fridge and a small dorm fridge size freezer. I experimented with making a sort of essence of borscht with very little stock and roast beets figuring I could add the stock and cabbage and potatoes after defrosting. Who knows. But how can anything this beautiful be bad?
I also have massive amounts of broccoli every few days, no idea why, so if anyone has genius ideas on that, I’m open. My neighbors are tired of getting it, I think.
I had the good fortune to teach at Fiber College in Maine again this year. I took a bag of sliced peppers and some other garden goodies to eat on the plane because I have so much – the people around me seemed to feel shamed. One woman looked at her Cinnabon and then at me and muttered – “I’m eating crap.” So funny. I leaned over and told her I had a giant chocolate bar in my carry on.
I taught Broomstick Lace, a chilly day but a warm group.
I’m a bad photographic record keeper, especially when surrounded by people like Gale Zucker, who document beautifully all the time. I shared a a house with seven fun, talented and inspirational women. Here’e one picture I did take of the hippy Rugosa Rose next to the porch – I almost gathered some to bring home. They were bigger than crabapples! Our roses don’t have full hips like these.
I had to spend some time working on edits with my co-authors, and missed some fun classes. Jackie Ottino Graf, the genius yarn maker and dyer at Swans Island, taught an all day-class on Madder. One dyestuff, many add-ons and mordants. Here’s a a house-mate’s result:
My flowers are still hanging in there. I stopped planting Morning Glories, although I love them, because they are invasive little self-seeders and come back as purple sports after a few seasons. It’s the blue I love. But year two can be pretty, as well. These invaders from next-door are trying to cover the grill to hang on to summer.
Thanks for all the comments on the last post. Although, as Chris said, there are all those other forums out there, I enjoy the longer chats from time to time. Please lets keep talking.