Vegetative pressure.

Gentle reader, I’ve been racking my brain trying to come up with an entertaining and fascinating post but all I have are random bits of this and that.  Which, of course, means that it’s time for one of our stream of conscious chats.

In my mind’s eye, we are sitting under an umbrella at a frozen yogurt shop.  You are wearing the cutest spring jacket with matching rain-boots which makes me slightly jealous, since my enormous feet couldn’t possibly fit inside something that precious.

We’re sitting outside, because I am determined to create the illusion that spring is here, despite all evidence to the contrary.

Seriously, what is up with the weather?  It is almost April and there are still large piles of snow out in my yard.  I have gardening needs, Mother Nature, and three cubic yards of compost being delivered today.  Let’s get with the program, okay?

(Reminder to self: pull car out of garage before landscaping company dumps three cubic yards of compost in the driveway.)

Speaking of gardening, I have big plans for ours this year.  I convinced my husband to build me another garden box in the back yard for the eleventy-million asparagus plants I ordered.  (There may or may not have been nudity involved in my “convincing.”  I’m a firm believer in using the tools you are blessed with.)

My lovely plumber of a husband also built me second garden box on the side of the house for the blueberry bushes he ordered me for Valentine’s Day.  (Because nothing says love like homegrown fruit, in my opinion.)

My husband built these additions last weekend during the only fifteen hours of sunshine we’ve gotten this past month.  Then he came inside and said, quite firmly, that these were the last ones.  I took particular care to not point out that those were the exact words he said last year, when he built me another garden box.

All in all, I now have eight garden boxes to fill with delicious and lovely plants to feed my family with.  I also have big plans for some gung-ho container planting on my front porch.  Deep in my heart there is this insane goal of producing 300 pounds of produce this year, from my own yard.

Which reminds me that I need to pick up batteries for my digital kitchen scale, so that I can keep track of how much food I grow this year.

Speaking of insane goals, my efforts at preventing any more kidney stones from growing inside my worn-out body seem to be going well.  It’s been two weeks since I have drastically cut my sodium intake.  I no longer cry as I go down the canned pasta aisle at the grocery store.  But inside I’m still grieving for Chef Boyardee (which I learned from a commercial used to be pronounced Chef Boy-ARD-ee, instead of how we say it today: Chef Boy-ard-DEE.  I don’t care what you say, television is educational.)

In better news, I haven’t contracted diabetes yet, despite my discovery that jelly beans are a low sodium food.  This is mostly because my family members keep stealing my jellybeans and eating them.  However, I have partaken of enough different kinds of this delicious Easter candy to speak with authority when I say that Hawaiian Punch jellybeans are the best around.

Seriously, don’t try to argue with me about this.

Last night on Netflix, I watched this documentary called Forks Over Knives.  I’m still reeling from all the information I heard and I have this recurring thought in my brain:  I’ve got to eat more vegetables.  Which means I have to actually start liking more vegetables.  And then I have the herculean task of convincing my offspring to do the same.

So you could say that I am filled with all kinds of vegetative pressure to grow and eat better food.  (And now I’m singing Pressure from Billy Joel in my head.  “One, two, three, four, PRESSURE!)  Oh Billy Joel, how I <heart> you)

Here’s my friendly warning: don’t watch this show if you’re not prepared to do some serious thinking about what you eat.

Well, gentle reader, these are all the random thoughts I’ve got percolating inside my head lately.  Thanks for letting me get them out.

And now I’m off to make pumpkin pancakes for three starving children, because some idiot (me) decided to no longer buy processed commercial cereal.


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5 Responses to Vegetative pressure.

  1. Have I ever told you that you are amazing? I wish you could be my neighbor. Then you could help me plant a huge garden on my one acre that goes basically wasted. So sad. Nobody helps me garden; therefore I fail at gardening. However, this year I will be tying something new! That is gardening out of pallets, which means less weeds! I’ve got to try something. I’ll let you know how it goes.

    If you’re growing so very many veggies, you should get a juicer! I have been consuming more veggies through juice. I do also juice tons of fruit to go with it, and there are only three veggies that I love in my juice. Zucchini or yellow squash which is mild flavored, carrots, which are sweet, and spinach which I will eat no other way since I don’t like spinach. But note it is added after the juice in the blender.

    There is hope! Good weather is on it’s way! We are in the mid to high 50’s this week and its simply balmy! So I’m guessing it’ll arrive next week.

    Good luck with all that compost!

  2. Andrea K. says:

    haha, you literally had me laughing out loud in like, three different parts of this post 🙂 I haven’t watch Forks over Knives yet, but I do know they have a website with yummy recipes! Some that even kiddos will like, and I know this because I’m married to one 😉

    Also I agree with the above comment about juicing 🙂 If you want to be won over, watch,”Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead”. I’d been toying with the idea of juicing for a while and this kinda tipped me over the edge to pro-juicing! I don’t think I would ever be so extreme to do a 60 day juice fast, but let’s all be honest here: who is going to eat the amount of veggies and fruit we need daily? Solution: juicing 🙂

    Anyways… you’re hilarious. 🙂

  3. Mindy says:

    Ami, love. It’s time to connect the dots.

    From “I’ve got to eat more vegetables” to “Using the tools God gave you to get more garden space.” Um, hello. Answer is staring you right in the face.

    While your blueberry plants are small, add vegetables around the base. We’ve been surprised at how many crops LOVE acidic soil (our three blueberry bushes are planted in a box of solid peat moss). Try new crops. Carrots. Black beans. Beets (I was never a fan but we tried growing these last year and hoo-boy! Try them roasted with olive oil and a tiny smidgen of sea salt. You’ll never look back.). Sweet potatoes. Use the snow dreariness to drive you to seed catalogs and think outside the “tomatoes, peppers, zucchini” box. We’re going to try peanuts this year. Why not?

    • I am trying Swiss chard, asparagus, leeks, chives, and rhubarb all for the first time this year. Plus, we’re trying a different type of potato, so they will hopefully produce more. I’m also going to try fall plantings of spinach and lettuce to see if I can eek a little more produce out.
      Beets? Really? They frighten me. Maybe next year.

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