A pile of green carrot tops formed next to the cashier at the farmers market. They had been summarily removed from their lanky roots like some kind of ritual beheading. I declined the procedure, adamant about finding a use for the lush fronds.
Somehow in the midst of all the late summer activity I have failed to talk about tomatoes. I have been eating them. And cooking them. In fact, let me back up and say that the main reason I haven’t talked about tomatoes here is because I have been busy hunting them down, like defenseless prey.
Oh the horror! This was and is (in my memory anyway), a golden beet.
I had lovingly swaddled this beet in foil and nestled it with its other vegetable compatriots in my refrigerator’s crisper drawer.
And that’s where it stayed for days.
More like weeks.
Maybe since late June?