I was grateful today to get a long talk with my cousin, who just returned from two weeks in Thailand. She noticed that the Thai people seemed invariably peaceful and kind, and mentioned that maybe it had something to do with the Buddha. I agreed that was a savvy surmise. I’m grateful that I was introduced to the Buddha, and to the idea of Buddha nature within all beings, more than forty years ago, even though it took another few decades before I really began to look into it, and even more years before I began to take Buddhist philosophy fully to heart. I’m grateful for all the wisdom and clarity that the Buddhist worldview has brought to my interdependent life.
I’m grateful for other Asian contributions to the world also, including Hoisin sauce and rice paper wrappers. Last night was my first foray into making crispy spring rolls. The first attempt at soaking the delicate wrappers was a colossal failure and wound up in the compost but I only lost one roll worth of filling. My second attempt yielded a reasonably successful ten rolls, which I opted to bake instead of fry. I enjoyed half of them for dinner, but they weren’t exactly crispy. To reheat the remainder for lunch today, I fried them, and they were much better. No recipe, I just looked up a few online and mixed up what I had, shredded cabbage, carrots and green onions, finely diced mushrooms, some mashed chickpeas, and some chopped bean noodles, with a splash of soy sauce, and rolled it up. Simple, once I got the hang of it, and delicious.
Carrots leftover in the ground from last fall, the little round French ones, and a couple of small Chantenays. The new carrots have not done well at all because of all the spring rain compacting the clay soil.
A few fruits and vegetables are finally ripening in this weird summer weather. And as many are being ravaged by beasts.
A sweet surprise yesterday morning, our first Tigger melon!
The Tigger melon vine this evening when I got home from work. Where did the melon go? Who stole it? My only harvest this year may be snapshots…
Who did this to my perfect Alvaro melon? And scratched up the other one? It’s as though a raccoon walked through here. I’m fearful of dearth! If it’s not one varmint it’s another. I no sooner got the grasshoppers under control than some rodent ate my peaches, and now this!
A baby snake gourd. Let’s hope this one gets the chance to grow up. I’ve long suspected the grasshoppers were eating the tiny baby melons, but maybe it’s been rodents all along.
Purple velour filet beans abundant and ripe, with the monster snake gourd resting on the edge behind them.
Velour beans picked…
… and sautéed with chanterelles that Gabrielle brought from the forest. Yum. Deb, I saved you some in the freezer.
Seriously, can anyone tell me what critter left these tooth marks in the melon?