I screwed up and didn't get a good photo of my entire crop. I already gave a couple away. I also had a surprise and hearty volunteer crop of acorn squash. We've eaten at least three and given away about eight. And we still have that many left. They are yummy.
I still have some pumpkin in the freezer from last year. I took a bit out last weekend thinking I'd whip up some soup for myself for lunch. But then I never got to it and had to do something with the pumpkin.
Meanwhile, I made a pot roast in the slow cooker on Sunday. As I've written before, I'm not much of a pot roast person, but I make it because it's easy, especially when I'm going to be gone all day. And Bob likes it.
These tomatoes look like planets or something. My amateur photo skills don't do them justice.
Last night as soon as I got home from work I threw together some stuff that I thought might turn the pumpkin into a soup quick and easy. I also got out some salad stuff and the loaf of bread I made over the weekend.
Bob came in the door from work and looked that the gorgeous pot of orangeness and said, "Oh. So we're having beef sandwiches tomorrow then?"
"You can have a beef sandwich," I told him.
So I make the soup, and cut a hunk of bread and make two nice slices for his sandwich and left some wedges that I could butter with my soup. Then I turn around and he's taken my wedges and sliced them further and is making these ginormous plates piled with every speck of leftover pot roast, vegetables and gravy.
I looked at the plate and I said, "I would never eat that much in a million years."
This story isn't very good now that I'm typing it but the point is that he wanted beef sandwiches. We were having beef sandwiches. Even I was going to have a beef sandwich with my lovely bowl of wonderful soup.
Later when we got in bed I told him: "That beef sandwich made me mad."
I finally had some time this morning to organize the last of the tomatoes. I'd brought them in and they were piled around in bowls and trays. I sorted through everything I had and composted all the ones that had gone ooky. Then I took the ones that needed to be dealt with right away and I'm slow roasting them now with some onion and garlic and spices. The kitchen smells fantastic. This will be turned into a sauce which I will eat a little of and give the rest away since tomato sauce doesn't agree with beef sandwich man.
