Texas is going under - one rain gauge at a time. Have you heard of the flooding here? The National Weather Service says my county has gotten measurable rainfall every day since May 23rd. No surprise there. Every morning you wake up, it's raining. Every night you go to sleep, it's raining. Every time you fix your hair and dash out to the car, it's raining. I have been Miss Princess Fuzzy Head with wet pant hems for a month and a half. No hair or pants... however well cared for... can stand up to this soggy mess.
No garden can either. Which is why, after watching my pumpkins, squash, zucchini, potatoes, beans, spinach, blueberries, and heirloom tomatoes rot and dissolve into puddly-heaps, I gave up and went to the Farmer's Market. I was assured this is locally grown produce. Forgive my skepticism, but it seems to me that the only thing Texas could produce this year is rice. If I had any brains I would be outside now - in the downpour - seeding rice paddies and googling recipes for homemade soy sauce.
Yep, I'm fairly brokenhearted about my overly-planned and heavily-planted garden. Such promise. Such hopes I had! But hey, the farmer's market is fun. And those peaches! Wouldn't they sit well in a homemade Peach Cobbler? Especially with Caramel Honey ice cream on top....
Oooooh... and look at the corn! I didn't plant corn. Wouldn't this be great grilled and topped with dill butter? Or chipotle butter? Or wouldn't it make the best Bacon Cheddar Corn Chowder ever? (I'm thinking that's a yes, yes, and... yes.)
So okay. The floods got us this year. The rain drove us to buying veggies on the side of the road. But you can't keep a good (or bad, for that matter) Texan down. Yee-haw. Next year our gardens will be back - bigger, better, and cornier than ever.
Meanwhile, I'm off to make peach salsa and corn chowder to put up for winter. If you need me this weekend, I'll be the girl behind the foggy kitchen windows just above the murky, deep (rice-strewn?) puddles. Happy weekend! -Brin