Sunday, August 1, 2010

Melon! Caprese Salad, and .... Stuff

I picked my first melon yesterday and ... ate it!  It wasn't very sweet.  Someone told me today that they get sweeter if you let them sit for a few days before eating, so that's what I'll do with the next ones.  Not a problem.  Unless something drastically bad happens, I'll have plenty of chances to try it.  There are 13 more melons in various stages of getting ready for my plate.  Many people around these parts are happy that this summer has been so hot.  I think the melons are!

This is what dinner was tonight - caprese salad with my tomato and my basil.  The mozzarella cheese is from the grocery store, unfortunately.  I stopped by the dairy to get raw milk today, and they had NO milk.  Good thing I spent an hour driving out of my way for that.

The part of dinner that's not pictured is the open-face tomato sandwich, toasted white bread, slathered with mayonnaise and a thick slice of tomato on top.

My plan is to try another place for raw milk, maybe tomorrow.  I wrote a few weeks ago about getting a pH meter, because apparently pH is important when making mozzarella.  I did some research, and decided NOT to buy a $100 pH meter, and instead got some litmus paper for less than $2 that I think will get me close enough.  Hopefully there'll be some fresh homemade mozzarella cheese by this weekend.  The cherry tomatoes are ripening and the brandywines are getting bigger and bigger, but not getting red.... yet.

I made up a new area for the goats and put them in this morning.  Here they are bouncing, ears flapping up and down, enjoying their space.  This area's big.  It touches the last 30 feet of the road on one side, encloses more than 6 large blueberry bushes, an apple tree and who know what else in the excessively brambly undergrowth.  I came to the conclusion last week that with a full-time job and a 45-minute one-way commute, I won't have the time to pick blueberries for sale.  Melanie gave me some advice on improvements to make next year's berries bigger and easier to pick.  (Think pruning.)  I've been picking these bushes for 3 weeks or so already, so it doesn't pain me to give the rest of their booty to the goats.  There's plenty more berries for me both down here and up on the upper hill.

In the last 3+ weeks, I've made a priority.  I met 6 men.  Three wanted to date me and I don't want to date them.  Two I wanted to date.  One clearly said that a romance isn't where he wants to go and the other one said he wants to see me again, but is too busy to email or call (but not too busy to log into the dating site multiple times a day).  I get the message.  The last one I met today.  I'm so burnt out from this, I don't really care one way or the other if I see him again.  The mismatch is what kills me.  If it's one in ten that I like and one in 10 that HE likes, what are the chances that both of us will roll the right numbers at the same time?  So, so small.  It's back to the garden and my homestead for me, ... and the zucchini.

Which would work out splendidly, except the zucchini disappeared!  I was drowning in the stuff two weeks ago, but there was nothing to pick this weekend.  Maybe the zucchini boat left without me?


  1. Wow, that's a lotta frogs. I've mentioned this before, but Match often seemed like a bunch of people looking at the back of someone else's head while the person they liked looked at someone else. You've earned a break.

  2. Maybe the lack of zucchinis worked some sympathetic magic to make all the good men disappear? They do look distantly related... ;-)

    If it's fine specimens of land-loving humanity you lack, try to carve out some space in your late-September schedule for Maine's Common Ground Fair. You never know who you might meet in the folk arts tent, in a holistic ruminant health workshop, at a seed-saving demo, roaming among the craft and farm-good vendors, or in line at an organic food booth. For many full- and part-time farmers up here, it's the high point of our farm year AND our social calendar!

  3. Your melons look beautiful! Zucchini is a rather mystic vegetable - it lurks under leaves for weeks, springs up the size of a baseball bat when you least expect it, then, wham, it's gone for the season! I am still picking little squirts and happy for them.

  4. Looks like I should have put off the thing and zucchini'd while the zucchini-ing was good! I'll add that to the lengthy list of things I'll do differently next year.