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Hungry Tiller: Asparaguys or bust.
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Thursday, May 26, 2011. Mary Washington asparagus crowns ready in their trench. Asparagus is the ultimate waiting game. Three years of waiting game, to be exact, and the clock in my Nova Scotia garden is finally ticking. I, for one, am willing to wait. Pardon the apostrophe. I was tired and the marker was permanent. May 26, 2011 at 7:51 AM. Three years is a very long time to wait, I certainly admire your patience! Well until the three years are up you just have to buy some from your grocery store, haha.
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Hungry Tiller: January 2011
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Monday, January 10, 2011. French toast for fakers. Sometimes, your body just tells you what it wants. Four new classes and a neighbourhood party exposed me to several brand new germ pools last week. The sad result is today's sore throat and pitiful, dry, hacking cough. Glamorous, to say the least, I am not. Anyway, when you were sick at our house, it usually meant meager meals of dry toast, saltines and chicken soup. But, when you're a 12 year-old in the midst of a raging growth spurt and you're only.
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Hungry Tiller: A tomato story.
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Sunday, February 6, 2011. Mr Groundhog may have seen his shadow last Wednesday, but when you're buried under a knee-deep pile of the white stuff it's hard to imagine that spring is just around the corner. This time last year I was on sketch number 47 of my garden plot and couldn't keep my hands off the seed catalogues. This year, try as I might, I can't seem to get geared up for spring. The first of my Veseys. So I think I will reminisce, if I may. Just a little. At the Beefsteaks, Bonny Bests, and Big B...
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Hungry Tiller: Eat your chives with butter. Lots of butter.
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Wednesday, May 4, 2011. Eat your chives with butter. Lots of butter. Simple baked Atlantic salmon with a poached egg and chive beurre blanc. The chive plant just might be the unsung hero of the herb garden. In Halifax, and his recipe for chive beurre blanc comes from his first cookbook. This recipe serves six. Make the whole thing even if you have less people at your table; you will have to fight them for the leftovers. Fresh garden chives and free run eggs. 1 shallot, finely chopped. 1/4 cup white wine.
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Hungry Tiller: My beets hate me (and other garden woes).
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Monday, July 25, 2011. My beets hate me (and other garden woes). I'm pretty sure that my beets hate me. Of the 30 some-odd seeds I planted in the spring, the lonely beet pictured here is one of only five that actually germinated. Whether it was the cool spring weather or the seeds I tried to store over the winter, I'm still not sure. So, I've replanted with new seeds. I'm pretending like its all part of a succession planting plan for a fall harvest. To have transplanted so many into the herb bed? Beets a...
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Hungry Tiller: Strawberries: Wild, Domestic, Delicious
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Thursday, June 30, 2011. Strawberries: Wild, Domestic, Delicious. Fresh Nova Scotia strawberries. Roll them in fresh-cracked black pepper for a new twist.*. Imagine much scowling and fist-shaking here.) In a perfect world I would take the time to make an official spot for them to go about their fruit-production business, nurturing them and then tenderly gathering the fruit to make jam. These days I eat them plain, sometimes with a little whipped cream, or, when I am especially motivated, with a cool doub...
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Hungry Tiller: Going out to see the garden: A post for Dads.
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Sunday, June 19, 2011. Going out to see the garden: A post for Dads. Pike fishing with Dad. Pre-twenty-first century in Ontario. It's Father's Day, the day of Dads. The current Canada Post strike means that my dad won't be getting his present on time this year. No matter - that's what blogs are for. When I first told my dad that I was going to write a blog, he said "What's a blog? A lot of people said that too.). January 25, 2012 at 2:57 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I Think Our Ducks Hate Me.
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Hungry Tiller: Not-so-lazy lavender.
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Sunday, June 12, 2011. Some plants are just lazy. Every day you check on them, watching them for new growth, impatiently poking and prodding to urge them out of their lazy-bones state. Lavender, it turns out, is not quite so lazy as I thought. Mid-fall 2010. Lazy lavender wakes up as the rest of the garden drifts off to sleep for the winter. This year's mountain of lavender (midground). Not so lazy after all. This year's new prospects, fresh from my local greenhouse. June 12, 2011 at 9:31 AM. Gone are th...
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Hungry Tiller: To market, to market: Hubbards Farmers' Market opens for the 2011 season.
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Sunday, May 8, 2011. To market, to market: Hubbards Farmers' Market opens for the 2011 season. Coffee is always our first order of business on any market adventure. The breeze was cool and the coffee hot at yesterday's season opening of the Hubbards Farmers' Market. Located in the heart of coastal Hubbards, this tiny market packs a lot of punch. Its vendors cover the same range of food groups and local art you'll find at the Seaport Farmers' Market. I will most definitely be visiting them again soon.
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Hungry Tiller: June 2011
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Thursday, June 30, 2011. Strawberries: Wild, Domestic, Delicious. Fresh Nova Scotia strawberries. Roll them in fresh-cracked black pepper for a new twist.*. Imagine much scowling and fist-shaking here.) In a perfect world I would take the time to make an official spot for them to go about their fruit-production business, nurturing them and then tenderly gathering the fruit to make jam. These days I eat them plain, sometimes with a little whipped cream, or, when I am especially motivated, with a cool doub...
