Despite the hubby’s worrying the garden is producing and producing and producing.
Erm, if anyone is looking for me I am the woman chained to her stove.
It’s all good.
We will have lots of good eats come winter.
Last year the shallot harvest was OK.
This year we could stock the produce department of a grocery store.
Every year he learns a little bit more about what he is growing.
Look what he brought me.
My hubby BRAIDED shallots.
I told him he had to pose with them.
There are probably over a hundred of the buggers in the basement.
WHAT IN THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO WITH THEM ALL?!
I’m going to try pickling some.
Any other suggestions?
The onions haven’t come in yet.