THIS WEEK’S SUBSCRIBER MENU:
• “Plum Purple” Radishes
• “White Icicle” Radishes
• Pea Shoots
• Green Garlic
Click on the links above for information and recipes about these crops.
Few vegetables elicit squeals of joy like a sweet, tender spring carrot. Maybe a warm, ripe tomato would do it. Or the crunch of a fat, sugar snap pea. But carrots are always welcome. We planted these early babies in the big greenhouse in March. They’ve been slowly plugging along for over two months, and finally, they’re ready to pluck from the ground. They’ll be a little bigger next week, so don’t fret.
Radishes are in their prime this week, which is good, because there isn’t much else outside that is ready to pick yet. However, the spinach, arugula, and peas are coming along and will be ready soon. We had an early opportunity in April for planting, and we got as many radishes and turnips as we could in the ground, and got them covered to protect them from nasties like Cabbage Root Maggot. Nobody likes those in their roots. This week the Plum Purples and White Icicles are ready, and both are a good match with another bunch of pea shoots and sorrel.
On a side note, yesterday in the downpour I heard loud peeping coming from the pig barn area. I put my boots on and went out to look for the source and found a recently-hatched soggy chick. No mom or siblings anywhere, so I brought it in the house in my pocket to warm up. I went back out several times to try and find its family, to no avail. She was doing a good job of hiding. Finally tonight, while feeding the cows, I heard more peeping. Then I remembered seeing a black hen looking down from the roof one day, a while back. I got the ladder and climbed up—sure enough, there was a black hen with a handful of new chicks.
Cosmo ran to the house for me and got the chick, and I put it up there with the others. But it kept returning to me! This was not the time for bonding! A new chick can only stay in a shoebox on the stove for so long! I gently shoved the chick to the bristly hen with a broom and then ducked away. Fed the cows, and checked-in and it had disappeared under all the fluffy warmth with its siblings. Tomorrow, we will have to get them all down safely before they fall to their death and get eaten by pigs. Never a dull moment.