It's the middle of August. The broccoli is done, for the first time since it came on in June, for about a month. Spinach has been missing for while, each planting succumbing to premature bolting before we can get anything out of it. Bok choy seems like a long-ago dream by this point. Radishes, salad turnips, green onions, cilantro, kale-- all those enthusiastic harbingers of spring harvest season have come and gone. In their wake we're left with corn, eggplant, and celery. Red and yellow peppers, finally ripening to fullness in the greenhouses and fields. Heirloom tomatoes finally glowing in mismatched collections, melons almost ready to burst, Asian pears ripening to yellow, bigger than in years past.
And exhausted as I am by the harvest, blinded to the vividness of each tomato by the sheer abundance of them, I still find myself giddy on a regular basis.Read More