Beggars riding

I wish someone would massage the muscles aching from yesterday's move marathon (quads and one bicep, particularly).

I wish my apartment weren't a disaster area.

I wish I felt less superfluous.

I wish I could make my heart change as my head tells me I need to.

Yeah, yeah, world peace, universal health care, no more bigotry, all that stuff, too. Gotta get everyone in the saddle.

Farm share (week 13)

In the box this week:

• two green peppers
  
• an eggplant
  
• ten tomatillos
  
• five little, narrow hot peppers (one already red, the rest green)
  
• two large onions
  
• a small head of red cabbage
  
• seven medium carrots (a pound? perhaps)
  
• massive quantities of all kinds of heirloom tomatoes, red, yellow, and orange (five pounds, perhaps?), plus some plum tomatoes offered on the side
  
• a big bunch of basil
  
• two smallish heads of romaine lettuce
  
• a biggish bunch of mixed salad greens

No melon :-(. I had plans for them...

One dish dinner, and some canning

Tonight was a salad dinner, defying the cooler weather with a summery dish. I particularly wanted to use as many farm veggies as I could, since fitting things in the fridge is a bit of a challenge just now. I washed the larger of the two heads of romaine, and added some of the mixed greens and many basil leaves. I left the greens in the drainer for a bit, while I diced tomatoes. I used many kinds, whichever seemed ripest, including lemony-yellow ones, red ones, and gold-almost-orange ones. My guest brought homemade garlic croutons, and some leftover grilled chicken breast, from a recent barbeque. We diced the chicken, and added that to the platter, along with a couple of cloves of crushed garlic, and some minced basil flowers, from the porch. Then we dressed the salad with sea salt, freshly ground black pepper, balsamic vinegar, and some almost-green extra virgin olive oil. It was a huge platter of salad... and we ate every bite. I'm still full, hours later.

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