+ My first visit at the local farmer’s market. Verdict: local farmers may be sending the best stuff to Vancouver instead of selling it locally… I was really looking forward to the market, and hoping it would be amazing since we are now living where all the tasty produce comes from, but it just isn’t as good.
+ Bought more gardening tools.
+ Made: strawberry jam.
+ Harvested: cherries! The neighbor has a cherry tree and half of it hangs over our front yard. I tried my best picking fruits, trying not to fall off our wobbly chair. We need a ladder! Afterwards I pitted them (by hand, because my pitter is still in boxes, still in Quebec) and made cherry jam and clafouti. It wasn’t nearly as good as the one I usually make, but again, our cookbooks are in Quebec…
+ As I mentioned before, a lot of things in our garden has already gone to seeds. The radishes are especially bad, and weird. The roots are miniscule, and could never be eaten, but the plants themselves are a massive tangled mess. Trying to figure out what to do with all of these flowers and seed pods, I suddenly had the weird inclination to taste one of these said pods. I don’t like radishes, but I discovered that I do love radish pods (and blossoms). They have bite and crunch, but just so. After some online research I learned that these pods (and the whole plant, actually) are actually edible, so I set out to do something with them. In a second bout of weird behavior, I decided to pickle the pods with some garlic scape we had on hand. I don’t eat pickles, but I figured that Travis would eat these.
Note from the future: these were a big hit, and apparently delicious! The garlic scape though, not so much.