Friday, July 31, 2009

Dun dun DUN! Cucumber!

It took awhile to concede that our zucchini plants were in fact cucumbers, and our fantasies of zucchini bread reluctantly turned to gazpacho. The first little guy started out looking like a pickle cucumber, and we weren't sure if it'd grow anymore, but fearing premature death, we decided to give it a chance to keep going. Behold, our behemoth cucumber, Herbie. Yum...


Sizing it up.


Ready, punt!

Movin' on up.



Victory!

Building a weighing device. Very scientific.




Recipe for success: plant vegetables, revel in ensuing madness

In the true fashion of a dedicated West Philly shopper, Ingrid picked up a clothesline while on a run earlier in the day. Given our revived interest in elementary school throwbacks (yo-yos, gecko lanyards, or capri sun, anyone?) and our ears/minds/souls still reeling from an incredible performance by Lang Lang and Herbie Hancock, we couldn't not JUMP ROPE FOR YOUR HEART! It's only fitting that as we spend hours upon hours admiring the prickles on cucumbers and fuzz on cherry tomatoes, we add some cardio to our epicurean lives. Funny that at the height of preparing for post-college life (MCATs, GREs, LSATs, existential freak-outs) all it takes is the snap! of a rope brushing pavement to get everyone out of the house and onto the sidewalk on a hot, humid summer night.








Not again!



For those of you who think that we should get over ourselves and welcome the generously donated free fertilizer, let us assure you that one whiff of this masterpiece will make you reconsider. Seriously. Please remind any pet owners you know to CLEAN UP AFTER YOUR PETS! AND KEEP THEM OUT OF FOOD-PRODUCING GARDENS! Please!

Feelin' hot hot hot

Our trellis seems to be working pretty well in keeping our plants off the ground and growing vertically. We're getting a little bit nervous that it's nearly August and we've gotten a grand total of three edible cherry tomatoes, but at least the cool, rainy summer has meant fewer trips from the bathtub to the front yard hauling buckets of water. I think that all of our biceps are grateful. A passerby told us that it needs to be in the 80s degrees F at night for the tomatoes turn red, so whenever you're bored please feel free to do a rain/hot weather dance! 






Tuesday, July 28, 2009

We picked that tomato!

(if you're new to the blog---WELCOME!...and start from the bottom of the post)
Chopin (on a cassette tape!) accompanied our first bites into ripe tomatoes!

-OUS!
-LICI-

SO DE-

LET'S EAT IT NOW!


RIPE!

Not ripe yet.



We had to race this slug to pick our tomato! We watched as this little guy did some tight rope crawling-acrobats to get to the wooden post. We're still unclear if he's a good thing for the garden or not. Any ideas?

Directing Growth

Our tomato plants have quickly out grown the early supports (of dead sticks from the bushes in the background) that we had propped them up with. Their arms are now like new plants themselvels and they've begun to hang over with the weight of the early tomatoes. So with the wood left out by our neighbors and a dollar's worth of string from Chinatown, we consructed what might just be the next genergation of trellises: the trellis-web. The structure will help guide the plants from growing on to one another, but they're not confined to a wooden post.


This was also the night that the policemen were out in droves...putting up no parking signs. The signs were placed in what seemed to be a 3 block radius of our house between 8:30 and 9:30 that evening. The parking regulations were for the following day from 6am until 2pm, or else your car would be towed. 1)apparently cars were towed, even though there was very little warning of the regulation and 2) it was for a plaque ceremony for a police officer who had been shot and killed a block away in 1910. 1910!! It seems like it was a bit late coming. That was the neighborhood drama (as people were walking to their houses from the cars they had to park 5 blocks away, they told us of their woes) as we were putting up our own regulations for the plants in our garden.


An interested passerby, Washington, was kind enough to take our photo with the garden and our trellis!








We saw the trellis potential of everything we passed by that night.

Our loot! (including baskets full of law school and med school books that were on the verge of being tossed).