Red Gold

In PEter's hand there, you can see our very first red tomato. Seconds later, PEter, Librarian Guy and I devoured it.MMMMMMmmmmmm... there's nothing like a warm vine-riped tomato. I know, I know, another garden post? But, you see, until Monday, food is what we have going on.During that trip to get our first tomato, we also harvested this bounty:

You can see giant cucumbers, yellow zucchini, yellow crookneck, white cucumbers, and purple beans. And we're going again tomorrow to pick again. A recipe I made last night with some of the garden produce is over at What We're Eating now...

Anyway, gardening gardening. We have winter squash that are ripening, melons turning colors, and lots of green tomatoes. Unfortunately, by the time the tomatoes are red, we'll both be back in school. I guess we'll have to try to devote an afternoon some Saturday to canning tomatoes. It'll be a good creak from all that studying!

Easiest Indian Ever

My sister bought me 5 Spices, 50 Dishes for my birthday, which was a few weeks back. The book is intended to make Indian easy and accessible, using only 5 spices. The coolest thing is that my sister also bought me huge bags of the 5 required spices (turmeric, coriander, mustard seed, cumin, and cayenne).

Last night, Kimberly and I broke the spine on that book and made ourselves a little Indian feast. We made a turmeric-cayenne cabbage stir-fry, Punjabi-style red beans, and green beef. It was amazing, especially the red beans - they tasted like they had come from a restaurant.

So we're 3 recipes down, 47 to go. Judging from the first attempt, those last 47 recipes will be fun to try.

Is this Heaven...?

No, It's the Iowa State Fair.

It was that time of the year again...time to pack the kids into the giant pick-up truck, grow out the mullet, put on the beer stained wife beater, and head on down to the Iowa State Fair (We only did one of those things; most other people at the Fair do all those things. I kid...Kind of).

U Gotta Love It!!!

I do, in fact, love it. (Did you know that Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote a play set at the Iowa State Fair, and that it was made into a movie? Don't believe me? Well, IMDb doesn't lie. It even won an Oscar for Best Score)

If you'll recall, one of the first things the wife and I did upon arriving in Iowa last year was attend the Iowa State Fair. We were overwhelmed with the selection and quality of deep-fried food on a stick. And the heat/humidity was oppressive. This year, we had a game plan: we eat nothing that doesn't come on a stick.

Generally, the month of August here is hot and humid - people often refer to this as 'Fair Weather' - last year we experienced this, and it was dreadful. Fortunately, this year, the summer has been relatively cool and dry, so we were able to spend 7 hours at the fair, instead of getting tired out after 4 like last year.

The day got off to a great start immediately, on the bus from our parking lot to the Fairgrounds. We got on early, so had seats, but a family of Iowans (or at least Midwesterners) got on towards the end and had to stand and hold on to the straps. They all had on matching shirts and sandals with white socks. Here was their exchange (I'm paraphrasing):

Mom: I feel like I'm in New York City. Except it doesn't smell as bad.
Son: I rode the subway in New York. It was confusing and scary.
Mom: Ya, it's the same way in Boston. I don't know what it is about those subways, but they're terrible.

[Non-Fair related tangent: I was annoyed. First of all, I had on a shirt that said MASSACHUSETTS on it, meaning there's a good chance I resided close to Boston at some point in my life; you probably want to look around before besmirching other people's hometown. Second, nice sandals and white socks; that's a good combo. Third, I've rode the subways in both Boston (often) and New York (once); both were easy to ride, simple to navigate, well-lit, and not scary. Granted, there's usually little or no air-conditioning on those cars in the summer, so there's some smell, but let me tell you this: I'll take that smell over the smell of factory-farm pig stench on a stagnant, humid summer day every time. Fourth: nice matching shirts.

I find this to be one of the more amazing things about people from the middle. A lot of them complain that they are fly-over country, that everyone from the coasts, especially NYC, think they're a bunch of rubes with no culture and live in manure. And they rightly are offended by this. But to then turn around and believe/spread/create rumors about city-folk yourselves is terribly hypocritical. Cities aren't really that scary. The Middle isn't really that backwards. Sometimes, people are stupid. Check that: Most of the time, people are stupid. Back to the Fair.]

Of course, the first thing we did at the Fair was get something to eat: it was 1030 am and we had our game plan to stick to. We headed over to the Iowa Pork Producers and got a Pork Chop on a Stick. In most parts of the world, a pork chop is about 1/2 - 1" thick - a nice size to grill or broil. Here in Iowa, they have a special cut, conveniently called an Iowa Chop, which is usually 2 -3 " inches thick. The stick in this case is nothing more than the bone, but that qualifies to me.

From there, we headed to the Agriculture building to peruse the prettiest vegetable winners,

see the champion pumpkin (another State Fair record),
and of course, the Butter Cow, who this year was accompanied by a Butter Shawn Johnson (and Olympic Gold-medalist) and some other painter guy.

We then stopped for a smoked turkey leg. These things are straight out of the Flintstones. This, along with the cheese curds, pork tenderloin sandwiches, and corn dogs, are one of the staples of the Fair. We weren't impressed: the turkey tasted like ham, which is just weird, and it was really salty. We ate about 1/3 of it and threw out the rest. For us, the giant Turkey leg was 7/8ths hype, 1/8th taste.

On to the Prepared Foods building, where all the canning and cooking competitions were held. We weren't planning on eating anything, but they were giving away free ice cream bars on a stick so we had some of those - a palate cleanser if you will.

Unfortunately, we were somewhat disappointed with the canning displays. I'm not sure if the 500-year flooding event Iowa had earlier this year limited the number of entries, but we were unimpressed. Well, not unimpressed, because there was some pretty stuff, especially the white/green striped canned beans, but underwhelmed. Oh well.

We then circled around to the livestock barns, where we watched a sheep judging competition (kind of boring since they all look alike, although the one woman who was coaxing her sheep along by sticking her hand way far up its butt was pretty interesting), walked down the 'Avenue of Breeds,' where they show off all types of horses, cows, sheep, goats, rabbits, and chicken breeds, and visited with the Biggest Boar (once again, enormously large testicles) winner and his runner-up (in case the winner can't perform his duties). These Boar are so big I don't think they can stand up - two years we've seen them now, and not once has any of them even moved while we were there.

After that, some more deep fried wonderfulness. This time, we went simple and decided on fried, battered cheese curds. Honestly, these may be the best food ever invented. I could eat 10 million of them and never get bored. (Technically, the cheese curds aren't on a stick, but it doesn't matter, we made an exception. Trust me, if you ever have tried a deep fried, battered cheese curd, you understand what I'm talking about)

We then went to something new: the 'This is how a Real Farm Works' Building. In this building, they had arranged for various animals to give birth every day of the Fair. Since we went towards the end of the Fair, most stuff had already been born, like the piglets, cows, and goats (baby goats are very adorable, and pretty funny looking). There were also chickens hatching and baby ostriches, as well as ostrich eggs still incubating. And just for fun, while we were there, they were spaying a dog in front of a live audience; I thought this would be kind of gross and cool to watch, but it was terribly boring.

This building may have been our favorite part of the Fair this year. This entire building was basically saying: "Hey City /Suburban folk. The food you eat, it starts out really cute. Then we kill it and eat it. Deal with it. Its the Circle of Life." We weren't able to witness a live-birth, but we got the point.

As were leaving this awesome new building, we ran into some friends. We sat with them as they snacked on some cheese curds, a deep fried Milky Way, and deep fried pineapple; we also had deep fried pineapple, which of course comes on a stick (after re-reading that last sentence, I think we qualify as Iowans. We saw people we knew at the State Fair and shared fried food on a stick with them. Sounds like Iowa to me)

After that, the day took a bit of a turn for the weird. First, we took part in a popcorn poll, where you got a kernel of corn and put it in a jar for the Presidential candidate you were supporting. As we were going through the line, the guy behind us said '10 out of 10 terrorists support Obama.' We were pretty upset by this comment, and said something to the fine gentleman who said it. I don't really care who you vote for (well, I actually do - Barack the Vote!), but that kind of comment, based on rumor-mongering, really has no place in a real discussion on the merits of our future President. It made us sad.

We then entered the Varied Industries building. Back in the day, this was the place where farmers could check out the newest products for both the farm and home. Now, it's filled with sauna salesmen and political booths. It's pretty weird. There was an Anti-Evolution booth; I'm sure these people mean well, but to argue that humans co-existed with dinosaurs (and possibly even rode them like horses) is a pretty funny concept. I think we actually laughed out loud when we saw this booth. After passing a few anti-abortion booths, we decided it was time to go. It was starting to get hot, and we were tired.

On the way out, Kimberly stopped to get the gigantic-ist ice cream cone I've ever seen from the Iowa Dairy Association; she asked for a double scoop, but somehow ended up with 4 scoops. It was pretty insane.

I took a little detour to see the 'Super Bull,' in this case an albino looking thing, also with gigantic testicles. When I walked in, it was lying on its side. After a few seconds, it stood up with a speed that was very impressive for an animal of its size - me and the kid next to me jumped backwards as he turned towards us, despite the fact he was behind a fence. He also had a nose piercing (a bull ring, if you will), which made him look super scary.
I would not want to be the guy at Hawkeye Breeders that does this job:

And after that, another year at the Fair was over. While we ate a good amount of food, we skipped the pork tenderloin sandwich, which are supposed to be fantastic. And the Beef Sundae (like an ice cream sundae, but not at all like an ice cream sundae). And a Fried Twinkie on a Stick. And, sadly, the corn dogs. but we need to save something new to try for next year.

As for next year, we'll be even more prepared, and we're hoping to become more active participants in the Fair Experience. We're planning on entering Miles into the 'Best House Cat' competition (again, not joking); not to put too much pressure on the little feline, but I'm pretty sure he's going to win. I'm also hoping to submit some sunflower heads into the 'Largest Sunflower Head' competition; after sizing up this year's winners in person, I'm pretty sure we could compete. There's also a handful of 'Prettiest' vegetable competitions I think we could compete and place highly in, it just kind of depends on how early we can get our crops in the ground and get some fruit to ripen.

If I were you, I'd start planning my vacation for the 2009 Iowa State Fair right now. Just hope that we don't have Fair Weather.

[Check out all the pics on Flickr]

In a Pickle Now

The Hippy Librarian and I were reading over the seed packets for our garden the other day. The Bush Cucumber, which is the standard green cucumber we are growing, is described as a 'good' producer. The white cucumber we are growing is described as a 'very good' producer. We thought this was a pretty good explanation as to why we're been picking somewhere around 10 pounds of cucumbers a week. And things have barely just started.

Since we were blessed with this bounty of cucumbers, and half of them were lying in our fridge, slowly rotting, we decided it was time to act. So what to do with a ton of cucumber? Why, make pickles, of course.

A couple years back, Kimberly, her mom, Sissy, and I made Spicy Dill Green Bean Pickles. Besides some early memories of my family canning tomatoes in the Old Country when I was young, I had never preserved foods in this way before. It was surprisingly fun. When we left Portland, Mom-K was kind enough to supply us with a canning pot, which is basically the giant-ist pot possible, with a metal rack in the bottom for raising and lowering the jars.

With the aid of the Hippy Librarian and the Iowa Farm Boy, and of course, the Ball Corporation Bible of Canning, we went at it. It was surprisingly easy to do - wash some stuff, cut some stuff, follow a recipe, cook the jars for a while. Since I was in charge, we made Dill Slices with the green cucumbers, perfect for burgers and sandwiches and such. We ended up with 6 pints.

Since we still had a ton of the white cucumbers left the next day, Kimberly and I decided we might as well pickle them too, so they don't just go bad. 6 more pints.


So, as you can see, we now have 12 jars of Dill Pickles. Hippy Librarian and Iowa Farm Boy will be taking some, but we'll probably end up with the majority of them. But that's fine with me, because I love me some Dill Pickles.

Eugene Ate All My Sunflower Seeds

See that up there? That's the first sunflower head I harvested from our front patio. Although you can't really tell from that picture, it's gigantic. After it dries out for a while, I'll pop out the seeds, salt them, and roast them for some homemade sunflower seeds.

In the following picture is the trunk of the sunflower. Again, there's not much scale, but that thing is as wide as Kimberly's arm.

And finally, here's the current state of the sunflower garden. With the upcoming insanity, this may be the last post regarding the sunflowers. All that will happen from this point on, regardless, is that the sunflowers will fall over, I'll chop off the heads, and roast them for seeds.

But on the bright side, those big sunflowers are at least 10 feet tall, which is pretty impressive. We're definitely winning the Fair sunflower contest next year.


ps If you know Eugene, tell him I will have more sunflower seeds soon, and if he wants, I'll send him a jar. I just need his address.

A Midwest Odyssey

[Somehow, this post got to be almost as long as Homer's Odyssey. Sorry about that.]

As some of you may have noticed (read: our mothers), we haven't posted in a while. Since we got back from Mexico, we've been busy with the garden and preparing for school, which starts in exactly a week. I've also been traveling all over the Midwest.

Two weekends ago, I was invited to play in a weekend Ultimate Frisbee tournament in Madison, Wisconsin with a team from Des Moines. I knew most of the people who were playing on the team, and had never been to Madison, so I decided to go. While the 4-1/2 hour drive was a little tedious, the tournament was a lot of fun. The weather in Madison was perfect, the team I played with was filled with some really talented players (including the best male and female players in the State of Iowa, as regarded by people who know more than I do), and everyone was really fun. We crashed at a friend of a friend's house, covering almost the entire floor space and spent a night eating and hanging out in downtown Madison, which is the state capitol and location of the University of Wisconsin. I could see us living in Madison some day. We ended up finishing 5th in the tournament, which was a pretty good outcome for us, based on the competition.

Two days after I returned from Madison, Kimberly and I drove to Kansas City, where the Red Sox were playing the Kansas City Royals. One month ago, if you had asked me, I would have had almost no opinion of Kansas City; I just never thought about the City, nor did I think I would ever visit it. I remember when I was little, I was always scared of the Royals because they had George Brett and Dan Quisenberry, but that's all I knew of the City.

We were very pleasantly surprised. KC is a pretty old city that is going through some urban revitalization. There are cool, funky, Portland-esque neighborhoods, with good restaurants and cool old buildings. The housing stock was cute, and a lot of the old warehouse buildings are being converted into apartments and condos.

The quantity and quality of the restaurants was also surprising. Of course, KC is known for its BBQ, and it didn't disappoint. We ate at Arthur Bryant's, which is considered one of the 2 best places in the City. I wanted to buy some BBQ to take home, but Kimberly nixed that idea.

Additionally, a chef I worked with here used to be a chef in KC, and gave us some great restaurant recommendations. In one place, we drank real coffee (not Iowan coffee, which can best be described as strong tea) while eating one of the best brunches we've had since leaving Portland at a place called Rm 39. It turns out that the 2 waitresses at this place also were thinking of moving to Portland, so they kept coming by to refresh our coffee just so they could have an excuse to keep asking us questions.

The Royals stadium was also a nice place to watch a baseball game, which is a bonus. As seems to be the case for most Red Sox away games these days, the stadium was over half full of traveling Red Sox fans. This makes sense: the price of airfare, a hotel, and tickets to all 3 games in KC is probably cheaper than going to 3 games at Fenway these days.

Kansas City has some glaring negatives, like the lack of public transportation and the lack of bike-friendly streets, but I could see us living in Kansas City some day.

To add to the insanity, two days after getting home from KC, we drove to Chicago, where one of Kimberly's friends from Portland was visiting her in-laws. Additionally, my brother-in-law-in-law (alternately, my brother-in-law once removed. He's my brother's wife's brother) lives in Chicago, so we visited him as well.

We spent a brisk 36 hours in the City, having a wonderful lunch with my in-law and his girlfriend. He gave us a tour of his downtown apartment, which was pretty awesome, and we walked along Lake Michigan on a picture perfect day.

Later on, we met Kimberly's friend and husband at The Original Gino's East, a legendary deep dish pizza place located kind of near Wrigley Field. They have just recently returned from living in Chengdu, China for a year, so we spent the time catching up and listening to some pretty crazy 'living-in-China' stories.

We really enjoyed our short time in Chicago; it's a great City that seems really livable. With the perfect weather and good company, it was a great weekend. I could see us living in Chicago some day.

Finally, this past weekend, I went to another Ultimate Tournament, this time near Milwaukee, a short 6 hour car drive. I played with team of random people, most of whom were from Denver, but who also came from Seattle, Indiana, and Chicago. While still a good time, this tournament wasn't as fun as the first in Madison. But I did get to experience some beautiful countryside outside of Milwaukee, and more perfect weather.

Over the 2 weeks, I spent approximately 38 hours traveling around by car, covering approximately 2500 miles. That's far.

The one thing I learned/realized these past couple of weeks is that the Midwest is a place of 2 extremes: the City and the Country. The whole state of Iowa is definitely 'country', despite the best efforts of Des Moines (in my travels, this is also true of Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, and South Dakota). Iowa is 90% cornfields, with a few small cities that are decent but isolated (Iowa City, Ames, Dubuque, Des Moines). The places we visited are capital-C Cities, with a lot to offer, even Madison; although they are surrounded by farm lands, they don't feel so isolated, because the City is big and vibrant. Considering I grew up in a place where the City didn't really ever end until you drove a few hours, the capital-C city model seems more comfortable.

One down, three (?) to go

So today's the day. Today marks our one year anniversary of rolling into Iowa.

Maybe you remember our first month, me complaining about the weather, Peter looking for work, the State Fair.... It's been an adventure ever since.

Now, we are enjoying our last two weeks of quiet relaxation before new adventures begin. What's in store for us? Well, this year, I'll be helping Peter go off to school for the first time in 8 years. I'm sure you'll get to read lots of posts detailing "those undergrads", "people in the Middle are crazy", "food on a stick", "the weather", and updates from Miles. Although, as I reread that list, that's what you got last year too. I'm sure it will be as funny, enlightening, and wacky as ever.

Thanks for following along with us. The Middle isn't half bad.

Reproduction

Along with all of our many gardening projects, we also have two "accidental" plantings to contend with. The potatoes came up from some sprouted, wrinkly, forgotten potatoes that we had over the winter. We tossed them in the ground and voila, potato plants!

We were fascinated to discover not only potatoes but also potato fruit (see here). While googling these, I discovered that you can keep potato seed and use them to plant in the spring. Even cooler, I discovered that you can make your own breed. That's right, in a couple years we'll have our very own Stuck in the Middle TM breed of potatoes. We just need to plant several varieties we like and allow them to cross pollinate. By planting those seeds each year, we'll end up with new varieties of potatoes, and can pick the ones we like.

So today, I picked the little potato fruits, diced them, and covered them with water. In a day or two, the seeds will sink and the fruit will float, making it easier to separate the two. Then we'll dry them and put them in the tornado shelter to wait for next spring, when the breeding adventure will really start.

And in squash news, that squash plant is going nuts. Peter weeded around the plant, exposing more of the seeds from the rotten shell. We now have a gazillion teeny plants.
I'm thinking I might try to save seeds from the squash as well... it just sounds like fun. And I'm sure the Irish and Italian ancestors would be proud.

Garden Photos

our loot, originally uploaded by pmauro2001.

Kimberly and I have finally gotten around to uploading and renaming all the photos we've taken of our various garden projects.

The photo stream for our current garden, which we are now calling the Somerset Garden, starts at the original planning party and traces all the way through planting and the current state of affairs. It's fairly amazing to compare the old pictures to the current garden, especially the squash pictures - they have grown from seeds to gigantic plants bearing fruit in just over a month. I will always be amazed at how fast things grow.

The first garden we had, which was destroyed by the floods, as well as the plants in our front patio (sunflowers, potatoes, hot pepper), are documented here. Some of the post flood pictures are particularly sad. The sunflowers in the front yard are doing very well, so I'll try to take some new pictures and upload those.

The Best Drinking Water in the Country

Growing up outside Boston, we used to get our water from the Quabbin Reservoir. I remember hearing on more than one occassion that this was considered to be the best drinking water in the country, so why spend money on bottled water?

When I moved to Portland, they have a series of public drinking fountains known as Benson Bubblers, which provide free drinking water on the streets of the City. Of course, these are available because Portland has the best drinking water in the country.

Last Summer we were in Rome, where people fill up water bottles and drink straight from the public fountains and other water features, because, of course, Rome has the best drinking water in the world.

When we moved to our current home, people were surprised we had a Brita filter: 'We have the best drinknig water in the country, why would you use a filter?'

This weekend, I was in Madison, WI. When I drank some water from the tap and commented on how bad it tasted, someone from Des Moines remarked how the water in Des Moines was the best water in the country. This actually led to an argument between some Des Moines people and some of 'My Town' people over whose water was tastier.

Does everyone think that the water from their town is the best in the country/world? Or is it just a marketing ploy by town/city governments to boost local morale and to attract new residents? Is there any way to actually test this?

All I know is that the best water I've ever drank is from the tiny village that my mother's family is from in Italy. It's a tiny village located in the central portion of the Apennine mountains in central Italy. All over the town of 500 people there are fountains that run 24 hours a day, pouring out water straight from a mountain spring. It's cool, crisp, and clear. Man, that's some good water.

Hot

It's currently 95 degrees out, but the heat index is 111. I'm not actually sure I've been this hot before. There's a heat warning until dusk. Don't worry about us, Miles and I are staying inside.

Can you imagine living here without AC? How did the pioneers do it?

Otros Gringos

To my surprise, there weren't many foreign tourists in Mexico, especially in DF; most of the tourists were other Mexicans checking out there own country. I imagine in the coastal cities/areas (Cozumel, Cancun, Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Lucas, etc), this is different, since those areas often cater to Americans from North of the Border or Spring Break students. Every once in a while you would see another gringo wandering around, but it seemed like they were few and far between.

[For the most part, Mexicans were pretty dark and short, due to their ancestry of Mayans, Aztecs, Zapotecs, etc, so most gringos stood out like sore thumbs; I was often the tallest person around and Kimberly was almost always the whitest person around. There is some Spanish blood in Mexico, which resulted in some additional height and lightening of skin, but it was a lot less than I suspected before arriving.]

Then we arrived in Oaxaca, and all of a sudden, we were surrounded by gringos. Everywhere: in the restaurants, at museums, in the markets. You name it, gringos were there. But the interesting thing is that barely any of them were USA-ers. I would say 90% of them were French. The other 10% were German or Dutch or English. I suppose that July is vacation month in France, so a lot of French are traveling, but it was pretty amazing seeing some fancy dressed people sitting in the cafes, smoking their cigarettes all French-cool like.

I'm not sure what the point of this post is. I just thought the number of French in Oaxaca was impressive, as was the lack of USA-ers traveling in some of the most culturally interesting cities of Mexico, our closest neighbor (tied with Canada). I would write it off as a microcosm of the traveling attitudes of Europeans vs Americans, but I know there are lots of Europeans that are xenophobic, so I'm not sure this fully explains it.

I guess to sum it up, I think more USA-ers should travel to Mexico since it's close, friendly, has good food, and is packed with interesting history.

Wabbit Season

Look at him sitting there, five feet away from me, all smug and content, chomping on grass like it's his. Doesn't he know that that is MY grass? I eat it, come inside, and throw it up on the carpet. That is how things work around here. He's stealing my food, right from under my nose.

If only this invisible wall wasn't in the way, I'd get that rabbit. And I'd make him pay: we'd cuddle until he couldn't cuddle anymore. Then we'd play. Then nap. Then cuddle. Then I'd make him leave so he wouldn't take away any of my attention.

Murdered

We came home from Mexico to the pleasant surprise of sunflowers growing in our backyard (as Peter described here).

Well, we came home from errands to find an unpleasant surprise.



Apparently in their efforts to mow and shop down weeds, they annihilated our beautiful sunflowers. It's very sad.

"Too much is never enough"

This, I believe, is my husband's motto in life. Perhaps his farming ancestors are part of this but Peter firmly believes that one must always have more rather than just enough. He already has a family story about him. You see, while Dad was in the hospital during one of his operations, Peter kindly offered to bring us all dinner. He picked up some Chinese food and brought it to the weary group at the hospital. You could smell the Chinese food wafting down the hallway as Peter got off the elevator, and we were all blown away by the number of boxes that he unpacked. They just kept coming and coming. Kung pao and General Tso's mixed with some Happy Family and several boxes of potstickers with rice and veggies and more and more. All to feed three stressed out and scared women and one cancer patient. We took most of those boxes home.

I tell you this story to stress that Peter is WELL known for this behavior. But, it still came as a surprise to me when I showed up at THE GARDEN Tuesday morning. He told me it was big. He described the number and variety of plants. But, somehow, the true scale of the garden was lost on me.

We are so screwed.

The garden is really huge. Like crazy. There are at least 60 squash/cuke/melon mounds without an exaggeration and each mound has two or three plants. We'll be sneaking around the neighborhood and leaving squash presents on people's doorsteps in a month or two.
The white marks on the lower right aren't fungus, rather it's a melon variety called Moon and Stars. The Fruit are also supposed to have green with yellow dots.

There are 20 or so tomatoes putting out fruit. You can see them here tied to stakes.

You can start to see the scale of the garden in this picture. The lettuce, radish, carrots, basil, and weeds are in the foreground. Tomatoes and beans are in the middle and the squash are there in the back. We still have at least 100 radishes to pull, and I have two bunches in the fridge. The beans are going to go crazy any minute and the zukes are putting out babies fast. There's an entire "field" of basil. We harvested three zukes already as well a few different types of peppers. Our farming companions took home the few peas that managed to grow (it was past their season when they went in the ground). The beans have tiny beans growing (just thicker than a pencil lead) but by next weekend I'm sure they'll be huge. I'm hoping we get enough to can!

The farm project is intense and crazy, but incredibly enjoyable. Of the garden gang, I'm the only one with actual growing knowledge and it's great fun to watch them learn about plants and figure out who needs what. (Although they all need to learn to harden their hearts and THIN seedlings. By the time I got home it was too late and we have so many little two headed radishes).

And we're rather well known now. On Wednesday I went in to campus to lesson plan a bit and say hi to various profs. German prof asked how Peter was doing since his garden had flooded. I explained that he had a new garden project going and that it was a little ambitious. We talked for a while and then I mentioned that it was near PEter's old job. German Prof's jaw hit the ground as he exclaimed, "You mean that's YOUR garden?" He and his kids apparently have walked by regularly. We also get visitors from the gym and the restaurant and people drop off gifts as well (farming tools, hay etc).

I never would have wanted or planned a garden on this scale... but it sure is fun!

Tornados

Well, we're not even home for a week and the storm season is starting. They just interupted NPR with a severe tornado storm warning for our county. This means that they haven't sighted an actual tornado, but that the weather conditions are right to produce one. I've canceled my plans to head out and look for a new laptop and we're staying downstairs near the "tornado shelter" (aka the space under the stairs).

It's not particularly scary, more crazy than anything else. They just announced on the tv of visibility at near zero on the freeway and cars blown off the road.

Interested in following? Put our zip code into weather.gov

Updates to follow

5:00 pm-
Well the rain and excitement have passed safely. No tornadoes were spotted and the cat is coming out of his secret hiding place. We're supposedly in for a week of rain and excitement! Wanna come visit?

Gardening

Peter and I have been working hard these past few days, getting our various garden projects under control. Not only do we have the giant garden... but we also have a few side projects at our apartment.


Today, we worked on our little patch of dirt. We weeded around our volunteer squash which seemed to have sprouted from a rotten squash that Peter tossed outside this spring. So far, it only has male flowers, so we don't know if we'll actually get any fruit from it. This isn't too surprising as it was a commercial plant and probably some sort of freaky hybrid anyway.



We also harvested potatoes. Yep, just as before in the Rose City, Peter and I are doing our heritage and forefathers well and planting potatoes. We picked these beauties that we'll have lightly boiled with butter and thyme for dinner tonight.


We also noticed these. They appear to be potato fruit. After some googling, it seems that they are indeed the fruit of the potato plant (as the tubers are just the roots). Wikipedia says they are highly toxic. We'll probably follow the directions for harvesting the seeds to see what happens. I've never planted potatoes from seeds before, but since it's the International Year of the Potato , I figure we'll give it a try.

We also rescued the chives and a pepper plant that survived the floods from the old garden plot. They are safely replanted up here at the house.

Quick Notes on Mexico

Some things I learned in my short time in Mexico, and which you should know which will make all the forthcoming posts easier to understand:

• In Mexico, Mexico City is called DF (pronounced de-effe), as in Mexico DF. It stands for Distrito Federal. It's like the DC in Washington DC. It also easier to say/write DF than to say/write Mexico City all the time;
• If a store in Mexico makes churros, it's a churreria. If it sells perfume, it's a perfumeria. If it makes shoes, it's a shoeria. If it sells crickets, it would be a chapulineria. Add -eria to anything, and you make it or sell it;
• The Mexican Peso is currently valued at approximately 10 pesos = 1 US dollar. This makes conversion really easy; just move the decimal point over one place to the left. Things in Mexico are cheap, except McDonald's, Coke, and Starbucks. Let me know if you see a trend in those three things.

El Moro and the Magic Churro

You should immediately stop what you're doing, board a plane to Mexico City, and head on down to the Churreria El Moro and get yourself a cup of Chocolate Espanyol and 4 churros con canela (basically a cup of melted chocolate and churros covered in cinnamon). You will never view dessert (or even breakfast) the same again.

Kimberly, her mom, and I were hanging out in the Historical Center of Mexico City when we were approached by some Mexican students who wanted to interview us for their english class. After some questions from them, we decided to ask them where to go eat. One of the kids (who, judging from his portly size, has eaten a churro or two in his lifetime) first asked us if we wanted Chinese food. After a laugh on our part, and a quick explanation that we were hoping for something more Mexican in nature, he told us about El Moro. I'm glad we didn't go for Chinese.

Short, middle-aged Mexican waitresses, dressed in mint-green outfits straight from the 60's, buzz around this diner-like, 24-hour a day, beehive of activity. All they serve is churros. Solo for 6 pesos. Or with chocolate, coffee, or milk for about 30-40 pesos. I think that's it.

It was packed every time we went there. And in the 10 days I was in Mexico, 5 of which were in Mexico City, I visited El Moro 4 times. Almost 5 times, but I expressed some self restraint, which is strange for me.

So what is a churro? It's fried dough, dropped from a star-shaped extruder straight into hot oil, then removed, sprinkled with sugar and/or cinnamon, and dropped directly in front of you. I preferred mine dipped into hot chocolate.

[Chocolate will be covered in more detail in a later post. I look forward to that one almost as much as this one]

I had a churro once in Portland, and I was not excited. It was cold and kind of soggy. I was not excited about going to the churreria in Mexico City. As often is the case, I was wrong.

The churros at El Moro were hot and crispy on the outside, and warm and soft on the inside. The first time we went, we had 2 each; the next 2 times, we had at least 4 each (the sugar coma I went into after the first 3 makes the experience a little hazy); the last time I think we held ourselves to only 3 each.

And if you really go all that way just for a churro, you should probably stay a little longer and check out some of the Azten and Mayan ruins. We'll cover those things in later posts, but for now we're concentrating on the important stuff: food.

Surprise, you're eating a churro!

Chapulines

Or as they're known in English, Crickets.

Kimberly ate them in tacos when she was traveling, where the true flavor could be masked by things like salsa and tortilla. I ate them solo when we were in Oaxaca, where the true flavor of the cricket could come through.

Either way, you get legs stuck in your teeth.

I was a little hesitant about eating the little critters. But really, how could I pass up eating such a different and new thing - when was the next time I would be somewhere that crickets were part of the everyday fabric of life and literally everywhere. I'm all about trying everything at least once. And sometimes twice, just to be sure.

As we were walking in one of the markets, a tiny little Mexican woman came up to me with a basket of chapulines and just dropped some in my hand. After a moment of contemplation, I threw them back. They were really salty and kind of spicy. And soggy. I was expecting them to be crispy and crunchy. She wanted to sell me 5 scoops of chapulines for 20 pesos (about $0.20), but I wasn't about to buy a whole bag full. They weren't terrible, but they weren't very good either. Maybe they're better fresh out of the fryer.

[ps after reading that wikipedia article above, specifically the parts about the nematodes and lead content, I kind of wish I had eaten them in a restaurant instead of on the street. Ce le vie!]

[pps I left the pictures really big, so if you click on them, you will get a super-up-close view of the fried little critters - especially that top photo]