Monday, September 28, 2009


This recipe is adapted from Elongo Dev's (of Digger's Mirth) JFK sandwich. I have been craving one and we happen to be giving out many if not all of the farmy ingredients for it in this weeks share:

one baguette
wilt turnip greens in olive garlic and one chopped cayenne pepper (you can go hotter if so desired)
place that hot cooked green mixture onto the baguette which already has thinly sliced provolone and procuttio (sp) or hard salami. If you are not a meat person, add some strips of tofu in the early part of the garlic cayenne cooking and some sea salt.

I like simple recipes that I will actually make, and tunip greens are one of my favorite this time of year, especially as I am (we all are) getting sick of chard and kale. By the way, I totally forget or never knew how that sandwich got its name, so if you see

If you are looking for something fun to do with the turnips themselves, may I suggest Irish Stew, which I have been having a real hankering for as well.

Here are some pics from a little earlier in the season:

tomatoes at their height

sunflower from the kids garden (some things did manage to work there (I even found some acorn squash there last week)

Nick holding a heart shaped potato, does pitch fork farm find pitchfork shaped ones?

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Autumn, & the best tomatoes

Let me start with the last part first.

I think the best tomatoes of this year have been the pink (eva purple ball, brandywine) and the black ones (paul robeson, nyagous, and cherokee purple), with orange being a runner up, leaving the red ones suprisingly in the dust. To explain a little, I'll add that different tomatoes fair better on different years. There are probably a lot of factors, like soil ph and minerals, weather, and others. My theory on this years major factor is when we got our rain and the quality of light (ie not much sunshine overall). The final results have let this tomato year be not too bad for us, tho i suspect the ought nine season will be generally remembered over Vermont as the season of the blight.

Now, on to Autumn. My friend from college andrew was in town and helping us on friday with the harvest and mentioned that his favorite Keats poem was "To Autumn," well, I read it, and if ever there was an inverse equation to a picture is a thousand words here it is


SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.


Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.


Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

definitely one of those the more things change the more they stay the same moments for me, tho i guess we are all going to have to look up garden-croft.