I don’t think I’ll be able to look another strawberry in the eye. We have had strawberry shortcake, and strawberry ice cream, and strawberries on our cereal and have made strawberry preserves a couple of times. They are so good right out of the garden. But, this past week, I had something a whole lot better.
Linda picked the second batch of peas and went up to the big garden to scratch around under a potato plant or two for some new potatoes. She only had to gravel under one hill, and came back with two about the size of goose eggs. Now, you wouldn’t think that just a plain old starchy potato, that grows under the ground, is going to be any different than the ones you get at the grocery store. But, you would be wrong.
Linda cut those new potatoes up, with the skin still on them, and put them with the peas, and made a thick, creamy sauce. My taste buds thought they had died and gone to heaven. I can’t tell you when I put anything in my mouth that tasted better than those creamed peas and new potatoes. As a friend of mine used to say, they about made my tongue slap my brains out, they were so good.
In other garden news, we picked our first ripe tomato on June 6. Dad used to say you were doing pretty good if you could get your first tomato by the 4th of July. Well, admittedly, this was a grape, or cherry tomato, but it was grown in the ground, not in a greenhouse, and it was good. It didn’t cover up my sandwich, but it was still good. We have lots of decent-sized green tomatoes, and I can’t wait until they are ready.
We did get enough cherries for one big pie, but the frost and the birds took care of the rest of them. And it looks like I might get to find out what spring rabbit tastes like. We have had two half-grown ones running around the garden fence trying to figure out how to get through the chicken wire. I discouraged them even further by nailing a board on the bottom of the wire. Now they are really desperate. I hope they don’t get in. I can’t imagine that spring rabbit is very good.
Bob Day and I are putting our fishing stuff together and preparing for another trek to Shining Tree, Ontario, to see if that 20-pound pike can be found in the dark waters of the bush country. I can hardly wait. If these old bones hold together for another long ride, I’m ready to feel that solid tug on the end of the line that says those toothy Canadian northern pike are still willing to give this old man a run for his money. Stay well. Get some fresh vegetables in your belly and enjoy being alive and living in Rappahannock.