In my laundry room there resides a large jar of of vegetables undergoing fermentation. It smells wonderful. In a couple of days they will begin to bubble and burp. This was not a foray into The Homemade Pantry, but rather a lunch date turned fruitful. This was my afternoon: chopping, salting, mixing, drinking home brew.
And it goes something like this: chop some bok choy, napa cabbage, green onion, habanero and thai peppers. Grate some daikon radish, ginger, and carrots. Mince some garlic. Layer these in a large bowl, salting with a coarse salt as you go. Take your time and it will begin breaking down and juicing up. Pour some rice vinegar over the whole mess. Throw it in a jar for a couple of days in a cool, dark place, until it begins bubbling. Pop it in the fridge. Enjoy.
It helps if you have a four year old asking you if you’ve seen the mess in the living room, a two year old to keep an eye on while he shoves banana down the (almost) one year old’s throat, all the while tripping and stepping over all three. It thoroughly enhances the taste of the beer if you can acquire this ambient element in your kitchen.
In garden news, we’ve had to give up our hopes on one tomato plant and commit it’s body to the compost pile. We will also be treating another tomato plant that appears to be plagued with blight. We read about a concoction of baking soda, castille soap, and canola oil. We figured we would try this first (given that we own these ingredients already) before purchasing copper spray. It would be such a shame if we did not yield a single tomato this season.
This is where we garden. It is hard to believe that early spring this was an empty lot in our neighborhood. It has been so satisfying to be involved in this project from the beginning and such a pleasure to meet some neighbors. And with the location just a couple of blocks from home, it is an unbeatable arrangement. Oren ate his first mouthful of dirt here. Michael and I planted our first garden, on our one year anniversary, which also coincided with Oren’s first night in his crib and a full moon. What a place.
I’ve been sewing in the moments that baby dingo is happily engaged in something, which amounts to five minutes here, ten there. But it is surprising how quickly a project can come together this way. In the past 24 hours I have completed our Heirloom Family Happy Birthday Bunting (yes, capitalized), two pairs of upcycled felted wool baby pants, and two bread bags. And I have started a small log cabin quilting project as of this evening.
In other words, our home is a happy mess; an indicator that our days are full.