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Ah! The Beginning of the Bounty!

One great thing (in addition to others) about Brent getting his Master's degree way back in May is that he recommandeered the planting of the garden.  When it was just me, it was tomatoes, green peppers, and one token jalapeno plant.

This year, though, Brent planted tomatoes, green peppers, and...lettuce, oregano, peas, green beans, potatoes, and radishes.   I know, the guy went crazy!

The lettuce grew fine, but we weren't vigilant about cutting it.  The peas and green beans didn't do well, and the oregano was bunny food.  However, we enjoyed radishes earlier in the summer, and lovely meal of red potatoes just last month.  Green peppers have trickled in, also, in pairs.

Elliot visited the garden yesterday to harvest tomatoes, and he brought in a half-dozen palm-sized pretties.  Today, though, Spencer went out and brought in a full bowl of ripe-and-ready tomatoes.  The question now is, what to do with them?  I was in not in the mood to cook them down and can them, so I went with what I did have energy for...dicing and freezing them. 

Personally, I love diced tomatoes...I use them often in stews, chilies, and pasta dishes.  Versatile!


Here's the before (kinda) picture.  The yellow bowl is everything Spencer brought in today, and the orange bowl was half-full from Elliot's haul.

Dicing the whole batch took me about an hour and a half.  Fortunately, I enjoy it.  When all was said and done, this is what I got.


Kinda looks funny when it's all laid out like this.  Doesn't look like a whole lot...especially considering how long it took.  :) 

Oh, and in other food news, I did a quick loaf of plain white bread in the machine today ("This might be the best bread I've ever had, Mom," says the 12-year-old.)  My freezer now holds a loaf of Light Rye and a loaf of White.  Whee!

I chucked the sourdough started, because after that initial bubbling over on Day One, it never recovered.  Liquidy and runny and not foamy.  Will try again later on this week.

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  1. I bet I know someone that would share a founding father era sourdough starter with you, lol.

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