Things are looking up for the cocktail farmers. J managed to liberate the grow lights from UPS’ clutches yesterday on his lunch hour and installed them last night. They look great, and apparently use half the electricity of the ones we filched from our attic.
Last night while J was busy with our new lights, I began the search for the strawberry seeds. I remember putting them on the top shelf of the freezer. I even took a photo, way back on March 1:
So I started there. Now, I think it’s a pretty standard design for most systems that freezer shelves are not solid construction but more like racks with bars, so when I didn’t find them on the top shelf, I moved down a shelf, thinking that perhaps they slipped down and ended up there. Nope! Nothing. Onto shelf three, with the same result. At this point I was mystified – sure, the package isn’t very big, but it’s not like we would have pulled them out of the freezer to use in a recipe for anything. Shelf four, also a bust, led me to pull out and empty the drawer where I keep frozen meats. Then I removed the drawer and looked underneath it. No strawberry seeds. What the hell….? I was pondering where they might have disappeared to when inspiration struck, and I looked on top of the fridge…………..and there they were! They were obviously removed at some point when we were rummaging in the freezer and forgotten. J swears he never saw the seeds in the freezer, leading me to belive that I am the one who removed them. The question remains – when? And were they in the freezer long enough to make a difference? Risk taker that I am (with a $1.29 package of seeds, mind you) I am just going to plant them and see what happens. Worst case scenario, I will still be purchasing strawberries at the farmers’ markets this summer. Also, we have chipmunks and a groundhog out therre – it’s only a 50/50 chance I’ll get any strawberries anyway.
On the bright side, my freezer has not been so organized since we moved into the house four years ago.
Here’s the cocktail I drank the night we found out the Back Forty garden is on our neighbor’s property. I decided it should be called “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” and J did not object.
2 oz Gin
2 oz pineapple juice
1 oz Chambourd
1 oz Grand Marnier
Mix in a shaker with ice until shaker is too cold to hold, pour equally into two glasses, Serves 2. Or one, if you’ve had a very bad day.
Things are rolling along back at the homestead, with mixed results:
The good – the red peppers, green peppers, and two eggplant types have been transplanted into larger containers and seem to have weathered the change fine. All 30 of the tomato seeds that were planted (15 early girl, 15 sungold) have sprouted and are growing quickly. I can almost taste the sungolds, affectionately referred to around our house as “crack tomatoes” due to their addictive taste. Speaking of tomatoes, I am reading, The $64 Tomato: How One Man Nearly Lost His Sanity, Spent a Fortune, and Endured an Existential Crisis in the Quest for the Perfect Garden, by William Alexander. It’s a very funny book. I was a little nervous when he started talking about his irrigation system (very simliar to ours) but he’s way beyond where we are. Maybe. But maybe I’m just reading about our future.
The bad – J has purchased 2′ lights for our bakers’ rack to aid in seed germination, and UPS seems to be holding them hostage. First we received a notice that we needed to sign for them, then when he attempted to get them to take the delivery off the truck and hold for pickup they didn’t process the request, so the lights spent yesterday riding around in a UPS truck and not coming home with J to be installed. Mildly irritating. Also bad – I haven’t even looked for the strawberry seeds in the freezer, and yesterday at a meeting someone commented that they always think of June as strawberry season, since that’s when you can start picking berries. What?! Looks like I’m emptying the freezer tonight.
The Ugly – the Back Forty garden, designated for the 5 types of pumpkins, watermelons & 300 stalks of corn? None of the patch that was mowed on Christmas Eve is on our property. Not one inch. And the area that is our property has invasive species, needs work, and might have limited sun exposure. Great!
I will post a photo of the cocktail I had when I found out our property line isn’t where we thought it is, along with the recipe, in another post.
On April Fools’ Day we had a snowstorm that amounted to a whole lot of nothing around our parts and melted away by late Saturday, allowing us to get out and do some work in the yard. Well, I worked on the yard, J worked on our (new to us) John Deere trailer in the yard. Last night he was talking about a harrow he saw on Craig’s List or some other list serve that looked intriguing and all I could think was, “If the Con Com doesn’t allow us to build a new shed I am going to sob in the middle of their meeting.” We really just need a place to store the stuff where it won’t be exposed to the elements, requiring more repair and rust removal. I really don’t have a problem with any of the John Deere stuff, as is evidenced by my recent purchase of fruit snacks for my 30-something husband:
“Wired” magazine’s April 2011 edition had an article recently about cobranding and labelled these snacks as an “Awesomely Awful Frankenbrand.” The snippet makes fun of the idea of grape-flavored gummy pigs. For the record, I have yet to see any grape-flavored pigs in those packets. But I only eat the orange ones anyway. You can read the whole article on their website (it’s short.)
In other news, the eggplants and peppers are due for transplantation to larger containers this week (photos coming soon), we planted the tomatoes on Saturday (Sungold and Early Girl), and the strawberry seeds have gone missing in the freezer. I don’t relish emptying the entire freezer out to find them, but today marks 5 weeks, so tonight’s post-meeting/post-dinner project is freezer organization/strawberry seed retrieval. My life is so full.