Well now what do you do with a drunken.. I mean a boatload of market leftovers? Can it. CANIT . put it cans. Jar it. That way you can be eating dilly beans in January long after the thought of picking them has faded from your mind, leaving you just a dull sense of dread that the next season you'll have to do it all over again and just a hint of,.. is that cayenne?
And whats more fun then cramming jar after jar of last years pickles down your friends throats in June to make room for the new ones because you were selfish last year after spending all day canning them and didn't want to share back when it made sense. You tried to get through them, really you did, but like Kayne says "No one man should have all them pickles". We lost our minds and did 44 jars of pickles and dilly beans, 45 pounds of tomato sauce, a bunch of hot peppers and haven't had the heart to do salsa yet, but its coming.
If your like me at all, then you already know everything there is to know of value in this world and would never turn to a recipe for help of any kind. But some folks might dig this book for a great starting point or ending point on easy recipes, acid ratios and cook times to make the job easier. It was $6 damn well spent.
First of all one of two things is happening here at the crib, either Goose and Maverick are having sorties over my house or this is a signal form Skynet that it has just become self aware.
I 'm not gonna let a silly thing like robot masters keep me from telling you that for days and days, I've been gettin my Tomato on, They are now all planted, 2000 of them but I still have plenty for you jokers, come buy them from me. Grow them, then when you run low, come buy more. I've got 42 varieties. all of which are gonna be amazing, I mean furry yellow hog, orange banana, Cosmonaut Volkov, what about those names doesn't make you hongree.
Well well well, So here it is a year later, sorry I left you hangin. I know some of you have had a rough go without me. Some fared worse than others. --Therapy, night sweats, panic , heavy substance abuse. These can all continue like normal, cuz I'm back, and my blogs back... at least for a week.
Where? So we relocated. you can now find us deep in the heart of the BFE, We got DSL out here now (ballers). We got a fresh new crib.(ballers) Its 2011, its summer in winter, weathers all cray cray. The greenhouse is packed to the gills, the potatoes are in the ground, the strawberries have been weeded (sort of) and damn if it ain't tomato in the ground time.
That right there is a picture or two from January of last year, Stay tuned for a bit of magic and see how we made that very spot disappear... by putting a house on top of it.
I gotta get back to green housing, because these things don't handle themselves. So to my tens of thousands, maybe millions of eager followers, I bid thee a fond farewell.
But here is photographic proof of my determination on metaphorically " gettin busy" in the greenhouse.
Also included is photographic proof of other folks who misunderstood that, and decided to do some just regular " gettin busy " in the greenhouse.
PS- In other news , I'm about to turn thirteen apparently, because i thought toads humpin for the whole day was funny.----holler
lilfarm is in the piedmont of North Carolina...we grow food...we sell it...we have two weekly markets and a CSA...lots of acres 1 busted tractor 2 dogs 300 chickens, and an amazing goal of one day turning a profit.