My attempt to move from Southern California and create a happy and sustainable urban homestead in North Dakota, with some musings on life with deaf dogs, a gluten free spouse, and the occasional mischievous garden gnome. Thank you for visiting and I hope you enjoy.
Monday, September 2, 2013
I wish I could claim this huge cantaloupe as my own, but it didn't come from my garden.
Alycia's parents have a friend out in the country who's a retired farmer and grows corn, pumpkins, and some of the biggest cantaloupe I've ever seen.
It's larger than the bowl of peppers and Japanese eggplant that we picked the day before.
I couldn't come up with anything in the kitchen that was of standard enough size to be able to compare this monster melon to. The best thing that I came up with was this egg carton, which seemed more than capable to demonstrate how large this gargantua-melon really is.
Big melon, circumference larger than my large knife. It was quite tasty too, even though it wasn't organic. If I buy fruits and veggies I prefer to purchase organic, but if it's free? Well, I can't be too choosy.
It's that time of year when things are coming in fast and furious. We processed a bunch of tomatoes to turn into pasta sauce. Along with our giant melon, peppers, and eggplant we have a shopping bag full of fresh picked corn and sack of apples. The corn and apples were courtesy of Alycia's parents, they're phenomenal providers of produce.