peacefrog's lilypad

I thought my last post on the subject would be the last haul, but I was happily mistaken. Thanksgiving weekend, Steve let us known the fields were still open and there was plenty left out there, so JV and I headed over. Mark was going to come, too, but he'd run nine miles with me that morning and couldn't walk. So we gave him a pass on that one.

Weather was perfect for picking. We started in one of the satellite fields where frosts had pushed the giant turnips up to the surface, which made for blissfully easy harvesting. We could have brought home a truckload of turnips if we'd had a truck (and a reason to take that many). The field also had fennel, mustard greens, and arugula, though the latter two were already too bitter for my personal tastes. Back to the main fields, we found the pumpkin patch and rummaged through to find plenty, dug up carrots, parsnips, beets, and leeks, cut broccoli, chard, and purple caabbage, and found some of the sweetest lettuce ever. Steve also gave me some mushrooms he'd foraged. All in all, an absurdly productive afternoon.

Upon returning home, I took a long, hot shower and headed to a massage party with the intention of doing nothing but (possibly) getting worked on. Unsurprisingly, that wasn't exactly how it went down, but I had a great time and look forward to the possibility of more of the same.

Meanwhile, I still have plenty of veggies to deal with and have already signed up with Steve for next year.