I have two bean stories. I’ll start with my second favorite memory of beans.
I moved from NJ to Texas at the age of 25. Talk about culture shock. It was a big brand new world to explore. And if you enjoy ethnic cuisine you try to eat whatever the locals ate. I wasn’t quite sure what Texas cuisine was besides smoked brisket. On one day of exploration I passed a rather cheap and gaudy looking fast food joint that probably no longer exists.
“I wonder what this is?”
So I stopped, went in, stared at the menu and had absolutely no idea what anything was. So I ordered a bean burrito. It was your typical fast food burrito, thick brown paste, a little cheese, a little chili sauce, all wrapped up in a flour tortilla. This happened so long ago the only remaining memory was that I liked it. A lot.
The final tomato. As you can see, the plant has stopped budding, all flowers have fallen off, and there has been no new growth for some time.
2014 Summary – 6 total fruit, 3 edible.
(unless this little fella ripens…)
The two pots of basil also did not do well. Some folks have no difficulties growing basil I seem to have the opposite effect on herbs. The purple basil died during a short heat spell. The other sweet basil plant (you can see the tip of the plant in the SW corner of the picture) is anemic.
Reminds me of the summer I tried to grow cilantro. It’s easier for me to pay fifty cents at the store when I want fresh cilantro.
Memo to Self – scratch “farmer” of list of possible second act careers.