As October grows steadily colder, the Crankee Yankee and I decided yesterday to harvest the last of the peppers and tomatoes in the gardens. I filled three large zip-bags full of green tomatoes for the lady we know who makes wonderful relish, and four large bags of green peppers. The latter will reside in our freezer until I can figure out the best way to use them. I know, I know; I can make lots of baked stuffed peppers, but that’s a dish I really hate.
I have grudgingly made it a few times for the Crankee Yankee, who loves baked stuffed peppers. (I, however, usually eat something else—even a plain peanut butter sandwich tastes a whole lot better than those damned peppers!) But in the meantime, they can just sit there in the freezer until I come up with something to make with them.
NOTE: If you have any recipes using a mess of green peppers, I would welcome them!
We also had a few broccoli plants still growing, so I picked as much as I could and made a broccoli/carrot/onion/garlic/cheddar cheese soup with a splash of balsamic vinegar that turned out pretty well. Of course, some of the broccoli I used was getting a bit “woody,” so after I brought out two mugs of the soup, the Crankee Yankee and I named it “spitoolie soup.” This means that, while we sat on the front porch eating it, we also spit out all the really woody roughage. (That couldn’t have been a pretty sight!)
All silliness aside, it has been a year of great abundance, and not all of it came from our gardens. This year has brought an abundance of love, joy, letting go of old hurts, new ideas, a re-awakening of hobbies I had stopped doing, a closer relationship with the people I love and cherish, and a better sense of self than ever before. I am profoundly grateful.
This is REAL abundance—even the flippin’ peppers.