August
is the month of the tomato on our homestead. Unless we have a
very dry summer (unusual for us), I spend almost a fifth of
my August garden time battling
the blight.
I've (mostly) learned not to
get my blood pressure up as the dead leaves progress up the stem, and
to simply make the best of the fruits our plants do ripen.
Inevitably, the blight wins, but not before we've filled our larder
with enough rich, red pulp to feed us until next year.
Meanwhile, half my time
in the kitchen revolves around the
tomato too. This year, we've been pushing soups as hard as we
can,
since that seems to be our favorite kind of preserved bounty during the
cold months (and does triple duty, putting away green beans and corn as
well as tomatoes). This weekend's haul, though, was so extreme
that I
first pulled out the prettiest romas to slice in half and dry, made a
few gallons of soup, and then ended up with a bowlful of leftover
tomatoes to turn into ketchup.
Of course, the garden is
also churning out lots of other produce --- watermelons, cucumbers,
summer squash, basil, parsley, cutting celery (a new experiment for us
this year), mung
beans, sweet corn,
green beans, okra, Swiss chard, fall raspberries, and probably a few
other things I've forgotten. But tomatoes draw my attention the
way I've been told exposed breasts attract the male eye --- it's hard
to look at anything else when the plump, round orbs are on display.