Mystery Plant in Neal's Plot |
On Wednesday, I watered for a couple of hours and pulled my
spent red pea beans. Neal was there
watering as well. We admired Frank and
Barb for mowing our shaggy lawn (even though it was not their chore this
month; it is Neal's). Sadly, I discovered that one of
our watering cans (which I purchased in 2010 from Target) had split at the
seams and needed to be repaired and/or replaced. Sigh.
Wild cucumber => Not a melon |
I cooked and canned 3 pints each of salsa and arrabiata
pasta sauce and one quart of kosher dill pickles this week. I learned from
the National
Center for Home Food Preservation as I was making the salsa that I no
longer need to pre-sterilize my canning jars before filling them if they will
be processing in boiling water for at least ten minutes (which virtually
all of my recipes do). This will GREATLY
reduce the heat and humidity in my kitchen this summer as I “put up” my
tomatoes, sauces and fruits. Of course,
the jars still need to be cleaned in advance.
I returned to the SACG on Friday morning for a couple of
hours to plant snow and snap peas, pull my bush beans and harvest a few feet of
potatoes. Sabrina was there harvesting,
pulling spent lettuce plants and watering as well and pitched in to weed part
of our Garden path even though it was not her chore. (It is Neal's). She was hoping that it would rain this
weekend and so did not water her entire plot. She is
graduating with her B.S. degree from The Ohio State University today and did not
have a lot of time to spare (since she has family coming in for the
well-deserved celebration). She was
every bit as thrilled as I was to learn that our mason jars do not need to be
pre-sterilized because she was planning to can tomatoes that afternoon.
I went shopping for a new watering can and didn’t like my
options at Lowe’s. Too small or poor
watering nozzle. I don't have endless amounts of time to drive all over Central Ohio looking for a new can, so, I ordered one off
of Amazon (through smile.amazon.com to financially benefit the SACG). Our new can should arrive on Monday
or Tuesday.
Wild cucumber also known as prickly cucumbers |
On Saturday, I arrived a bit earlier than usual and spent my
first hour harvesting another foot or so of potatoes from my plot, cleaning the
mint out of Krystle’s old plot and then planting turnips and beets in her old
plot. I spent the next two hours
watering the raised beds next door, the neighbor bed along the alley, our four
food pantry plots, our herb garden and then my plot. Around noon, I turned to harvesting for
myself and our weekly food pantry donation.
Because, as faithful readers may recall, my harvest was cut short last
Saturday by an untimely (ahem) rain, our zucchini were a gawd-awful size this
week. That made our pantry donation
almost 30 pounds. Whew. I also harvested a load of beans (which is
very time consuming), so it took me about two hours – an hour longer than I had
budgeted. Because I was too late for the
food pantry, I drove our donation, instead, to Faith Mission’s Homeless
Shelter downtown (near the corner of Grant and Naughten). They were very nice. Rather than making me unload my collapsible
crate (which I picked up at the June GCGC meeting), they just exchanged one of
theirs for it.
Neal stopped by as I was about to harvest my last items for
the day (the kale, greens, herbs and flowers).
He’s had an adventurous gardening season this year. He really only gardens to have fresh
cucumbers and likes having beans, tomatoes and peppers, too. He never takes anything from me. I try not to be insulted. Instead, he buys all of his seedlings
elsewhere. (He can afford it. Whatever).
However, he doesn’t really know anything about gardening and he picked
up what he thought were cucumbers (because they were in the cucumber row at the
garden center or nursery), but they had been errantly put there by another lazy
shopper. So, instead of four cucumber
plants to plant along his spiffy new trellises, he had two cucumber plants, a
zucchini plant (which promptly became infested with squash bug eggs) and a
mystery plant that I thought for the longest time was a watermelon because of the shape of its leaves. We pulled the zucchini out (since he wasn’t
passionate about it enough to keep on top of the squash bug problem) and
decided that there were worse things to harvest than watermelons.
Immature wild cucumber |
As you can see from my pictures, these were strange looking
melons. They were the right shape and
color, but they had porcupine spikes all over them. There were a lot of them and they weren’t
getting very big as the summer progressed. I conducted some
research and I couldn’t find anything that looked like them or sounded like
them on the internet. So, yesterday, I
suggested that he take one home and cut it open to figure out what it might
be. Instead, he gave me one to do
that. I took it home, sliced it in half
and smelled it. Cucumber. I emailed him so. He emailed back a question about how he was
supposed to eat it.
I went online and
discovered it is called a prickly cucumber or a wild cucumber. It’s supposed to be inedible. But I wondered if that meant it tasted bad or
was poisonous. The articles I found were
not terribly scientific, so I decided to get a grapefruit spoon and try
it. BIG MISTAKE. VERY, VERY, VERY BITTER. Gargling did not help. Nor did wine. Imagine the bitter taste of cucumber skin
times one thousand and you’ll have an idea. Tasting something labeled inedible was incredibly stupid.
I emailed my doctor (Vikki) to ask if I was going to die like Christopher
McCandless in Into the Wild from
eating wild potatoes that destroyed his digestive system. She emailed me back that she was on vacation
(again) in Maine and not sure that she planned to ever return. Cold comfort.
I emailed Neal and told him not
to eat it. I plan on telling everyone
(except, of course, our faithful readers) that I tasted it on a dare. Neal was smart to trick me into it. I’m sure he’s laughing about it still. That crazy Neal.
The University
of Minnesota calls wild cucumbers an invasive weed which should be
pulled. “Because
the vines can climb and almost engulf trees, they are more of a problem in
shelterbelts and rural areas.” I hope
Neal pulls it soon even though his plant is in no danger of overtaking our
invasive morning glory vines, or even his other vegetables.
Although I was exhausted from a long day of gardening and dangerous tastings, I
still made it to the free ProMusica concert at Franklin Park Conservatory last
night. It was a beautiful evening. It would have been even better if the
Columbus Police Department helicopter hadn’t decided to keep flying over the
grounds to see what we were doing. It’s
a little hard to hear Mozart over helicopter blades. It’s not like it was chasing down a fleeing
suspect or anything. How rude. There’s a final free concert tonight (of Beethoven).
WOSU has been trying to record the
concerts, but I have to wonder if it was successful with the rude police
helicopter buzzing about. I guess we'll find out in a couple of months.
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