Here we are, all the way into the August of another year. The garden is exploding.
I think that a vegetable garden shouldn’t just be functional…it should be pretty to look at. So come see how my garden grows…and shows.
And, yes, I’m here to suggest you put that salt grinder down.
Herbs. I love.
Here’s my case for the herbal sense of taste: Herbs add just the right tang of green to food. They may be sublime ingredients, but they’re not shy or retiring. They’re free-spirited and supernal, divinely edible and summer-sweet healthy.
It’s August 29, so let’s all celebrate MoreHerbs, Less Salt Day. Call it a passion-raising plug for a finer solution.
Just a little rosemary, thyme, or oregano will enrich a dish as much as a heavy dose of salt.
My favorite herb is basil. It’s besiegingly lovely. Beyond utterance. This year, I’ve got a bull-moose bumper crop of Biblical measure.
Gardening with herbs, which is becoming increasingly popular, is indulged in by those who like subtlety in their plants in preference to brilliance.
– Helen Morgenthau Fox
When you make dinner tonight, instead of adding salt, use a few herbs. Get the skinny here on Twitter.
Whatever you eat, it’s best when herbs are involved.
Summa cum yummy. I guarantee it.
Toni 8/29/16 ps Zucchini still coming? Be an expert. Herbs make it better with a little feta. Try this.
Sound like an outtake from The Twilight Zone? It isn’t. Neither is Marge Piercy’s poem.
ATTACK OF THE SQUASH PEOPLE
And thus the people every year
in the valleys of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic god and eat and eat and eat.
They’re coming on, they’re on us, the long striped gourds, the silky babies, the hairy adolescents, the lumpy vast adults like the trunks of green elephants. Recite fifty zucchini recipes!
Zucchini tempura. Creamed soup. Saute with olive oil and cumin, tomatoes, onion. Frittata. Casserole of lamb. Baked topped with cheese. Marinated, stuffed, stewed, driven through the heart like a stake.
Get tired of old friends. They too have gardens and full trunks. Look for newcomers, befriend them in the post office, unload on them and run. Stop tourists in the street. Take truckloads to Boston. Give to your Red Cross. Beg on the highways. Please take my zucchini, I have a crippled mother at home with heartburn.
Sneak out before dawn, to drop them in other people’s gardens, in baby buggies at churchdoors. Shot, smuggling zucchini into mailboxes, a federal offense.
With a suave reptilian glitter you bask among your raspy fronds sudden and huge as alligators. You give and give too much, like summer days limp with heat, thunderstorms bursting their bags on our heads, as we salt and freeze and pickle for the too little to come.
‘Tis the season of the Great Zucchini Caper. Beware the overzealous gardener. She wears a supernova smile, is generous to a fault, and favors the drop-and-run.
Did you know there’s a holiday for the zany zucchini? It’s called Sneak Some Zucchini Onto Your Neighbor’s Porch Night.
The brainchild of Tom Roy, it’s American-Idolish tomfoolery.
The drop spot is up to you ~
back seat, back porch, back forty.
Or any out-of-the-way place that has a sign posted.
Need to ward off stray dogs while you jog? Speak softly and carry a big zucchini.
Got puffy eyes? Zucchini is the new cucumber.
Think like Martha ~ spray them gold and arrange those glamazons into a festive wreath.
I have a love/hate relationship with this particular summer squash. With zucchini, as with most things, it’s the dose that makes the poison. So when life hands me too many zucchini, I go to Pinterest.
Pinterest connects everyone on the planet through whatever they find interesting. It’s a platform of inspiration and sharing, visual, addictive, and full of ideas for your summer surplus.
The ideas, like the squashes themselves, run riot. Grilled, fried, breaded, baked, sweet, savory, raw, sliced, diced, stuffed, hot, cold, pickled, marinated. In a breakfast omelet, luncheon salad, hot or cold soup, sandwich, brownies and breads.
Here’s a slap-up and savory little sweet. Zucchini, peanut butter, and flaxseed ~ it’s totally dinner. Love between the teeth, I kid you not.
FLOURLESS PEANUT BUTTER ZUCCHINI BROWNIES
Easy (one bowl, seven ingredients) and healthy (no refined sugar, flour, butter, or oil).
¾ cup natural peanut butter
¼ cup pure maple syrup
1 cup shredded zucchini (don’t squeeze out water)
¼ cup cocoa powder
2 tbsp ground flaxseed
¾ tsp baking soda
¼ cup chocolate chips plus more just because 🙂
Preheat oven to 350F. Grease a loaf pan with cooking spray.
Place all ingredients except chocolate chips in a large bowl. Stir until well combined. Fold in chocolate chips.
Dump mixture into loaf pan and use a spatula to spread evenly in pan or wet your hands and pat it down. Sprinkle top with a handful or two of chocolate chips.
Bake for 30 minutes.
Allow brownies to completely cool (refrigerate overnight in the pan once cool) before slicing.
Got a recipe for that gone-rampant plenitudinous veggie?
Share it here. Oh, and leave the porch light on.
*Dave Barry makes his living weaving unrelated subplots, criminal activities, and the absurdities of South Florida into best selling books and Pulitzer Prize-winning columns.
Fall is my favorite season, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.
Hilarious, that David Letterman.
So is New Yorker artist Edward Koren on this 1988 cover.
I won’t be seeing most of my feathered friends for a while. Before they return, I have lots of Fall house cleaning to do.
Cleaning out birdhouses isn’t without surprises.
They’re filled with an assortment of grasses, twigs, leaves, feathers, and mosses and wildlife too small to see.
Mine are designed for Sialia sialis, the Eastern bluebird. Males and females arrive in spring, investigate two or three houses, and then the male steps back and lets the female decide where they will nest.
This summer, my blue beauties were driven out by tree swallows and house sparrows and wrens.
These birds never clean out the rubbish left by previous residents.
While they’re busy listening to their personal cassette players and falling from trees,