Writing experts tell us to never, ever open a story with the weather. And while a brief comment on the weather can sometimes be an ice breaker, extended conversations about it more likely signal that both parties have run out of interesting things to say. That’s all changing now….
On Thanksgiving, we couldn’t bear to slice and roast this huge homegrown potato face. Nor could we boil and mash it. So we pardoned it. I’d like to claim we did it in the tradition of pardons given for poultry on Thanksgiving, but it was nothing that grand. We just couldn’t bring ourselves to do it in.
A week later, I’m hungry for potatoes but still can’t cut into this one. Perhaps if I set if on a windowsill and let the eyes grow sprouts….
The cool, clear nights that make autumn so beautiful here in the Blue Mountains also bring frosts that kill tender vegetables. With the harvest spilling over boxes and racks around our tiny yurt, it’s a good time to reflect on what I learned this summer….