Roasted Heirloom Tomato Tart
There are certain foods that scream summer to me. At the very top of the list is my beloved heirloom tomato. I long ago confessed …
Nearly Wordless Wednesday – August 10, 2011
Heirloom tomato, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways starting with the first ripe Purple Calabash of 2011.
Why I Garden
Two words: heirloom tomatoes. I will freely admit to being giddy this morning. Why? I have spotted the first ripening heirloom tomatoes in our greenhouse. …
Raspberry Crumble Bars
We’re deep into raspberry season here at 1840 Farm. Every day for the past few weeks, we have found ourselves out in the raspberry patch …
A Dirty Job for Everyone
Life here at 1840 Farm can get pretty dirty. Spring has only been here for a few weeks, yet the never-ending trail of garden soil …
The Bucolic Plague
I’ve just finished reading The Bucolic Plague by Josh-Kilmer Purcell. I was sorry to turn the last page. I enjoyed it too much. I found myself laughing …
Ciao, Summer
It’s official. It’s fall. I know, I know. I’m supposed to embrace this change. I should get out my favorite sweater, go apple picking, and buy a pumpkin. I don’t want to. Instead, I want to invite summer to stay a while longer. I want to thumb my nose at Mother Nature. I want her to understand in no uncertain terms that she can keep her beautiful foliage if I can keep my tomato patch a while longer.
Tomatopalooza
This just in. I harvested 17 pounds of organic, fresh produce from the 1840 Farm gardens yesterday. I feel proud. I feel victorious. I feel …
Roasted Eggplant Lasagna
I have always liked eggplant. Problem is, I have always disliked the way it was prepared. I never understood the point of covering it in a coating of breadcrumbs an inch thick and then frying it in oil. What ended up on my plate tasted of oil and stale bread without even a hint of the eggplant lying in repose underneath.
Tomato, my love
It’s time that I came clean. I love tomatoes. No really. I love them. Not the languishing in the produce aisle in February variety. Sorry. You may label me a tomato snob, but I can’t help it. If you’ve ever tasted an heirloom tomato fresh from your garden, still warm from sunlight, then you’ll understand. If you haven’t, get thee to a local farmer’s market. Immediately.
