This week, as we approach the longest night of the year, I thought we could all gather around the virtual fire each day and I would tell you all a story.
Well, not just a story. A Faux Real Story! These stories aren't fictional, but I've been told they are, nonetheless, somewhat entertaining. So, sip on some hot chocolate, reach your hands out to warm them by the fire... and enjoy.
--------------------------Tammy likes vegetables. It was
actually Rob who was deficient in that department and it was
Tammy who had to encourage Rob to eat more veggies. Cheese on
the broccoli comes to mind as one of the things that needed to happen until I learned how much better broccoli from our own garden tasted.
So, who was sad during the years when the eggplant crop at the Genuine Faux Farm was poor?
It wasn't Tammy!
The mere suggestion
that we grow some eggplants was enough to make her question someone's
sanity (guess who?). In fact, my winning argument for growing eggplant
in the garden several years ago went something like this:
"Hey, we won't have to feel bad
about selling all of the eggplant we grow since we won't want to eat them
anyway!"
Even more amazing than this is the fact
that Rob found out he kind of liked eggplant - much to Tammy's
horror!
We tell you all of this as a prelude to
this GFF story:
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Some years ago in the Zenk garden, Mom and
Dad, with their two lovely daughters, worked to plant their vegetable
garden for the year. The asparagus was already sending up spears and the
mulch had been tilled in. They would plant a little bit of everything,
just as they did most years. There would be beans and tomatoes, oregano
and garlic, onions and ... eggplant.
When you are kid, there may be no greater
injustice than to have to care for a plant that produces
something you
do NOT want to eat. It is one thing to have to weed the garden,
or pick the beans or dig the potatoes and yet another to have anything
to do with one of the banes of your existence.
In Tammy's case, that
bane came in the form of the eggplant.
The garden grew. The plants in the garden
were, in general, healthy. The crops were being harvested and
consumed.
The eggplants grew tall, with green, healthy foliage. In fact,
it was noted by the rest of the family that these might have been the
biggest, lushest eggplants they'd ever had in the garden.
But,
for some strange
reason that year, the eggplants were not blooming. And, without a
bloom,
there would be no fruit.
And Tammy rejoiced.
What could the problem be? Too much water?
Too little water? Was there some sort of disease that needed to
be diagnosed?
There was discussion about this, of course. And, some amount of
disappointment
that there would be no Eggplant Parmesan.
But, in the end, the
crop failure
was attributed to either bad seed or just a strange year. After
all, the rest of the garden did well. There was no shortage of fresh
food for the family.
Yet - it was a year without Eggplant Parmesan. Again, Tammy rejoiced.
It wasn't until many years later that the blight that caused the crop failure was discovered. And now that we've had a number of years experience growing crops on the farm, we can attest to a long list of possible causes for production failures. If someone would have described this situation to me now, I might have been tempted to ask questions about how much fertilizer they had put on their garden. Often a crop that grows bigger and greener than usual without fruit has too much nitrogen. But, in the end, all of my answers would have been guesses and they would have been wrong.
In any event, we mentioned that the reason for the crop failure was discovered years later. Or should we say, the culprit confessed?
A plant that has its flowers pruned diligently will tend to continue to grow bigger and produce more leaves. We also know if a child is aware of this - they will be a motivated child that is willing to act based on this logic:
- flowers on an eggplant plant will turn into fruit
- eggplant fruit will become Eggplant Parmesan
- removing flowers will result in no Eggplant Parmesan
But, Tammy forgot something. Other people grow eggplant. And Mom can always buy an eggplant from them. Oops.
I guess there was some Eggplant Parmesan that year after all.
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