When we first decided that we wanted to plant quite a large garden in our backyard, we thought that we were relatively prepared for how much work it would mean for us. A lot of work went into the first spring at our new house; building up our dream garden from the zoysia covered yard was no mean feat. After the initial building work and the planting and fertilizing that goes along with starting a garden, we sort of let ourselves get lazy. All that the garden really needed during the summer was watering, tying up dangling plant limbs and some pest control so that it could grow to its potential. It was wonderful, we were able to just sit back and watch everything grow. We had gotten so used to watching the plants grow and leisurely strolling around eating things from the vine that we were criminally unprepared for fall. When fall started creeping up we were overwhelmed by just how much the garden was producing. When we couldn’t keep up with immediately eating what came out of the garden, I knew it was time to try my hand at preserving some of it.
It seems now like I spent all of October preserving things from the garden. Most of the things we saved were frozen at first. I’d never really canned anything so I decided to start with freezing, it seemed pretty straightforward. The whole month has been a flurry of chopping, cleaning, blanching cooking and freezing, interspersed here and there with Halloween costumes and Archi’s newly discovered desire for freshly baked loaves of bread left too close to the edge of the counter top.
He very considerately left me the soggy, inedible center of the loaf though.
He only ate the crust for some reason, leaving me with something vaguely resembling a slobbery peeled potato. We didn’t even manage to catch him in the act, and he maintains to this day that he is completely innocent.