In June, our 10-month-old daughter finished our last bag of frozen peaches. The same week, my husband and I finished our last jar of the tomato sauce we’d canned, bleary-eyed, last fall. By then, our freezer seemed to have limitless space and our shelves felt bare. Last season’s food was gone, but the strawberries were coming in at the farm down the road. In a few weeks, the cherries would be ripe at the farm by the lake and the raspberries would be ready in our neighbor’s patch.
Slowly, our own garden would start to produce. In early September, we’ll pull tomatoes, onions, potatoes, carrots, and squash. We’ll pick basil. We’ll pick beans. We’ll freeze, we’ll dry, we’ll can. [Read More]