Crazy Garden Lady

I can’t believe this is happening to me.

As a background, I grew up on a farm and all I knew was homegrown vegetables and my mom’s various gardens and flower beds which, over the years grew in size and quantity. Even now when their kids are grown up, you can venture out to the farm on any given summer day and you will find my mom tending to her vast garden. She still plants the same amount as when all of us were living there. Often I hear her say she could “feed an army” with all that she grows. In fact, she could and even after giving away the goods from half her garden, she still has two deep freezes, two fridges, a water well and a cold room full of vegetables! I have made a silent vow to never follow in her footsteps because I remember being worked to the bone; planting, picking, tailing, cutting, stringing beans, shelling peas, hilling potatoes, cross pollinating tomatoes; and the list goes on.

It’s a regular occurrence for me to call or text my lovely sister to ask advice. The other day, I called her at work because I was in Walmart and wanted to know where I could find “those little round dirt things you plant seeds in.” She knew exactly what I was talking about because we are sisters and all the misunderstandings when we were young have turned us into perfectly in sync, mind reading adults.

Obviously I am an amateur to the outside world because the Customer Service Rep looked at me blankly and then said,“Oh, you mean peat pallets? They are just over here.”

(Yes, peat pallets! Love those things!)

“I’m sorry, we must be out.”

“OUT?” (Instant hulk-like, little kid temper tantrum rage).

I grabbed my composure and moved on to another store. Luckily, they had the round dirt things and not just ordinary ones. The round things were surrounded by a glorious mini greenhouse! Genius; who comes up with these things?! I promptly bought the greenhouse along with seeds for two types of tomatoes and a variety of petunias.

I tackled the job of sowing my seeds yesterday. I had 24 round dirt things which seemed like not enough. I got my phone out to ask for more advice.

“How many tomato plants do you usually plant?”

“Four, and one cherry tomato. I get quite a few tomatoes off them.”

“Oh. I was thinking more like 12”.

“That would be a lot. You would be like Mom then.”

Noooo! I don’t want to be Crazy Garden Lady! It’s better than cats but all the neighbor kids will still point and laugh. This brings me back to my original point: I can’t believe this is happening to me. I thought about it for a moment and decided being Crazy Garden Lady might be the end of the world and 12 tomato plants was way too much. . . 

I have started 12 tomato plants. Like mother, like daughter.

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Whisks & Drills Don’t Mix

To start, I should mention I do not like to share my kitchen. I can cook a mean meal if distractions are kept to a minimum; just go sit down and watch tv, kind sir. Take me out of “the zone”, and your supper will be burnt or you will find me in a sniffling ball in the corner. I even prefer to wash my own dishes, because anyone else will likely not do it the right way; my way. Now, for the fun part. . .

The other day, Tony discovered my whisk (which belongs in the kitchen) fits in the end of his drill (which belongs almost anywhere but the kitchen). And, because men are like children, he just couldn’t help himself.

“Do you need me to whisk that?”

“Sure.” (I am humouring you, do not wreck my crepe batter).

Now, what happened next was admittedly adorable, but I hope it never happens again. As the drill started purring, I looked over at my redneck Macgyver. What I saw on Tony’s face was not just a regular smile, but the biggest, “look at me, mom” smile I have ever seen. I fought the urge to laugh for fear he would make a habit of bringing construction tools into my kitchen, but I gave him 10 points for creativity.

Later on. . .

“Leave the new peanut butter for me to mix up. I know you don’t like doing it.”

“That’s ok, I’ll do it.”

“No, I’ll just get the drill out.”

From this conversation, I moved swiftly toward the kitchen to mix up the peanut butter while Tony was in the shower. Whisks and drills technically mix but, in the future I hope they don’t.

The crepes were delicious, by the way. They were perfect for both sweet and savoury fillings. See below for recipes.

Basic Crepes
2 eggs
1 cup almond milk
1/2 t. salt
2 T. melted margarine, cooled
1 c. flour (all-purpose, unbleached or spelt)
1-2 T. water to thin batter
Olive oil to lightly coat pan
 
Beat eggs well in medium bowl.
Whisk in almond milk, salt, melted margarine, and flour.
Cover and refrigerate for 30 min.
Heat frying pan until hot and grease with olive oil.
Pour half cup of batter into pan and tilt pan in circular motion.
Cook a few minutes, then flip.
Cook one minute more and let cool on a plate.
Repeat until all batter is used.
 
Filling:
Dessert options may include any fruit with a whipped cream topping.
We used:
1/4 c. frozen berries, thawed
2 T plain yogurt
 
Savoury options usually involve a cream-based chicken mixture. Try your hand at a roux and add herbs and vegetables!