I think that my garden has an invisible sign that welcomes all wildlife to come and taste thereof. My one lone canteloupe that withstood my bad gardening habits met an untimely end and became a gourmet meal for something with a small mouth. It was nibbled perfectly in half. I suppose I could play CSI and take a bite mold. Ha. CSI:Garden of Desolation. I had such high hopes for my garden. Unfortunately, earlier this year when I planted 3 rows of beans and 3 rows of zipper peas, I planted them too deep, and only a quarter-row of beans came up and 3 pea plants raised timid heads. Our tomato plant is doing all right, but everything else is merely half-hearted.
I spent some therapeutic time in the kitchen yesterday, baking whole wheat bread, banana bread and veggie pie. I even snipped fresh herbs into my pie dough--thyme, to be exact. I diced all my vegetables, cut up some more fresh herbs--thyme, rosemary, sage--and cooked it all up with a Parmesan sauce. It's a surefire way to get Owen to eat his vegetables. (In a pie, go figure. With a cup of sweet tea, too.) Is this like adding applesauce to cookie dough and calling it a serving of fruit?
The "GVP" on the crust stands for what else but Garden Vegetable Pie. Yummy. After sharing it with the in-laws for lunch today, it is gonzo.
I think that my garden has an invisible sign that welcomes all wildlife to come and taste thereof. My one lone canteloupe that withstood my bad gardening habits met an untimely end and became a gourmet meal for something with a small mouth. It was nibbled perfectly in half. I suppose I could play CSI and take a bite mold. Ha. CSI:Garden of Desolation. I had such high hopes for my garden. Unfortunately, earlier this year when I planted 3 rows of beans and 3 rows of zipper peas, I planted them too deep, and only a quarter-row of beans came up and 3 pea plants raised timid heads. Our tomato plant is doing all right, but everything else is merely half-hearted. 
I spent some therapeutic time in the kitchen yesterday, baking whole wheat bread, banana bread and veggie pie. I even snipped fresh herbs into my pie dough--thyme, to be exact. I diced all my vegetables, cut up some more fresh herbs--thyme, rosemary, sage--and cooked it all up with a Parmesan sauce. It's a surefire way to get Owen to eat his vegetables. (In a pie, go figure. With a cup of sweet tea, too.) Is this like adding applesauce to cookie dough and calling it a serving of fruit?
The "GVP" on the crust stands for what else but Garden Vegetable Pie. Yummy. After sharing it with the in-laws for lunch today, it is gonzo.
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Garden theives are the worst! Our precious tomatoes have been munched by some devious creature. It waits until the tomatoes are orange and somehow senses that I will pick them the following day, and of course only eats enough to necessitate throwing them away. If you're gonna steal, at least eat the whole thing!
Niiiiice. Leaving you nasty half-tomatoes. It's a known fact that in Alabama, you have to pick tomatoes when they're just beginning to turn from green to orange and then let them ripen off the vine. Otherwise, bugs get them or they rot.
The pie looks great! do you have a recipe or did you make it up? I am always trying to find a way to get Isaiah to eat vegetables. I hid broccoli in a toasted cheese sandwich the other day and he ate it! I almost felt guilty, but hey, I am the mom right?!
You ARE the mom, Sabrina! Way to get him to eat broccoli.
No, I didn't have a recipe. I just cooked a bunch of veggies and herbs and then made a white sauce flavored with chicken base, Parmesan cheese and other seasonings.
AND because I wanted to do myself a kindness, I made a double-batch of the veggie mixture and stuck that in the freezer--it could be used for anything--soup, stew, another pie.....
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