Friday night I hopped in the car with every intention of going peach picking with a friend of mine. We’d planned on taking the kids, but not knowing what to expect at this orchard, we decided to go it alone the first time. Well we got sorta lost but we made it. Turns out the peaches were gone–over. The guy told me this, and I think my eyes bugged out. OVER?? I’ve barely had a good peach yet (they were California), and here they’re already over? Evidently they started mid-May. Who knew.
So no peaches and no blackberry picking Friday night, and the cantalopes weren’t ready yet. That left vegetables.
My friend was thrilled; me, not so much. Now I personally love vegetables, but I’m the only one in my family. So basically, once I get the coveted fresh veggies, I’m not so sure what to do with them. How many vine-ripened tomatoes can I actually eat??? I don’t have a spaghetti sauce recipe, and I’ve never made my own sauce (guess what–my family’s favorite is Ragu Traditional). Then there’s the bell peppers, the jalepenos, the tomatillos and yellow summer squash. While I loved seeing all those beautiful vegetables growing in carefully tended rows, I barely came home with any of them. Although, admittedly, the ones I did bring home have been delicious–tasting warmly of summer.
The pick-your-own herb garden was a lovely stop as well. The usual suspects were available, as well as some plants I’d never seen, cooked with, or even heard of…there was a whole section of the garden for scented geraniums: pineapple, passion fruit, and chocolate mint. There was lemon grass and bay leaves, spearment, and cilantro.
And we enjoyed it all at twilight on a beautiful, breezy Texas evening, kid-free.