the three sisters

No, not the three sisters planted by the Native Americans (corn, beans, squash).  I didn’t think I had enough room for corn in my victory garden, and I wasn’t too fussed, really, because corn makes up about 70% of our diet here in North America, cleverly disguised under names like xanthan gum, modified starch, cyclodextrin, lactic acid, and MSG — not to mention the ubiquitous high fructose corn syrup.  (Did you know they’re putting HFCS in bread crumbs now?)

Just a clever name for these three lovely pickling cucumbers seen clustered together in a charming configuration on the vine.  We’ve got lots of clusters all of a sudden; I’m supposing it’s the effect of all that rain.  Sumter, by far the most prolific, has been spurred to heights of productivity that are awe-inspiring.

I know I should be daydreaming of making homemade lacto-fermented pickles.  But I cannot get my fill of these tiny, tender, delicious cukes sliced into spears and dipped in homemade buttermilk dressing.  I’ve been making the Homesick Texan’s version lately, and it’s fantastic.  I just happen to have a few of the fresh ingredients ready and waiting in my garden.

I realize I’m actually salivating as I write this post.  I’ve always liked cucumbers.  But the victory garden has made me a confirmed lover of the kind of cucumber you cannot get at a grocery store, or even possibly the farmer’s market.  Next year, F. and I have already decided, we’re devoting more land to cucumber cultivation.  Can you ever have enough of these crisp little, thin-skinned delicacies?  Maybe that’s a rhetorical question.

And here’s another rhetorical question:  Isn’t that misty blue twilight made for dreams?  It should be called “fairy light.”  I kept expecting fairies to materialize, shimmering, and the cucumber blossoms to turn out to be their flirty, twirly, lemon-yellow skirts in disguise.

Namasté, y’all.


4 Responses to “the three sisters”

  1. Oops, I thought it was about Chekhov’s play…
    (a guy from North Georgia once told me that there’s only one side of culture that’s really developed in the US: the agriculture)

    I don’t mind if it’s yummy (boo for HFCS!). How about me bringing the play on DVD and watching it while munching those sisters above? 😉

  2. Well, I’d probably agree as pertains to North Georgia. Not sure if I want to include the rest of the u.s., tho.

    But I’ll take you up on that. Let’s make a date to watch the play and munch sometime soon 🙂

  3. Honey, just read the plot, and I have two things to say.

    Numero uno: miserable and depressing does not equal culture, even if it is Chekhov.

    Numero dos: are you sure this play isn’t going to give us heartburn?

  4. No worries, I have the ranitidine handy!

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