1. Veggie tales. You probably know I am not one who is particularly fond of veggies telling tales. I believe that veggies should stay in their pot and be quiet and delicious, that's what I think. But this week, the lads and I have spent a good deal of time caring for the bombardment of produce from a number of bountiful gardens. Greens, cukes, carrots, beans, snap peas, carrots, beets, onions, tomatoes, squash blossoms, chinese cabbages, parsnips, peppers. Enough zuchini to re-belt Orion. As you may know, tending to fresh and organic veggies is a labor intensive work, including paring, cleaning, chopping, blanching, peeling, shredding, pickling, freezing and canning. My theory is that you haven't really connected to the soul of your midwestern grandmother until yoou've perspired over a pot giving a Ball jar a hot-water sterilization bath in high summer. It's the Minnesota way. Just ask my friend, neighbor and Crazy Farmer, Amy.
So, now you know.