Of course, when you fill a 10-gallon garbage can with them, what to do with them becomes an issue of some importance.
My chef friend Martha loves tomatillos because she finds that just put in a bowl on the kitchen counter, they will keep forever. Alas, this is not my experience. More ambient fungi and bacteria in my kitchen, undoubtedly, thanks to a more chaotic housekeeping style.
Roasted tomatillo salsa is really good in my opinion, but one family can only eat so many chips. I think the highest use for tomatillos is this: made into salsa and then put on pizza with mozzarella cheese and bits of nice dried Spanish chorizo.
I'm going to try roasting, pureeing and freezing the tomatillos for February pizzas.
Of course, that's if I am not too preoccupied with cooking what's in the wheelbarrow:
Turnips for a fantastic Madhur Jaffrey lamb and turnip dish, leeks for potato-leek soup, and carrots for all purposes. Turnips get my vote for most beautiful vegetable.
I also harvested the cowpeas, which were good-looking plants, for sure, climbing my fence. I've never grown them before, but Southern associations suggested that they, too, needed to get out of the garden before the weather turned. Not sure what I'll do with them–some kind of stylish hummus, maybe, or cook them with a smoked ham hock.
This year, we planted 'Rouge Vif D'Etampes' and some large variety. But the large ones were not as spectacular as last year, so I think we will head back to 'Dill's Atlantic Giant,' because we like shocking the neighbors on Halloween.
These are my pumpkins:
I think they are just as beautiful as the orange ones. And the smoother-skinned variety, 'Jarrahdale', makes a really great pie.
Of course, since I do grow this stuff at a weekend house, it tends to get collected in vast quantities at once. There was hardly room for Henry in the car on the way home.
The "No farms, no food," bumper sticker was put on my car by Grace, after a farmer came to talk to her school. My sentiment is more, "No Michele, no food."
Of course, now I just have to unload the car and turn what's in it into meals. In October, I tend to think that gardening is easy…but processing this insane harvest is a chore worthy of Sisyphus.