Wednesday, August 21, 2013

It's raining vegetables! Hallelujah?

After two seasons of lackluster performances, this year our raised beds and the other vegetable garden at one corner of our ranch finally put on a show. It's a bit overwhelming, like sitting front row center at a vaudeville extravaganza, with chorus girls, clowns, comedians and jugglers all coming at you at once.

There's been nothing unusual about the weather, if anything it's been a bit dry, so the reasons for our success lie elsewhere. It could be our gardening learning curve is finally trending upward or that our soil, after buckets and buckets of compost it has reached party time. One factor that has definitely helped was the installation of a drip irrigation system that is a marvel of simplicity and efficiency, and not all that expensive or difficult to install.

Anyone who followed my anecdotes about vegetable gardening last year and the year before, and all my whining about the paltry results, probably walked away thinking that maybe I ought to take up a different hobby.

Take our much-anticipated Illinois sweet corn plants which for two consecutive years thundered out of the ground and up to an impressive height—only to keel over and crash pathetically like North Korean missiles.

Insects, plagues and other predators—rabbits, birds, worms and who-the-hell-knows, particularly the latter—seemed to wait expectantly by the edges of the raised beds to pounce on any plant matter that dared come out of the ground. The holey lettuce looked like green Swiss cheese while the tomatoes wheezed and then swooned even before they set any flowers let alone fruit.

The only thing that seemed to survive in this sorry battlefield were the zucchinis which grew to frightening proportions, some resembling small green torpedoes.

Who knew: Both zucchini and its blossoms are really delicious.
One thing we did this year is to listen to the Darwinian hints from previous planting and give up on stuff that just isn't going to grow for us.

Corn just doesn't work in our ranch for reasons that defy logic: All around us are countless acres of corn and a friend never fails to mention how much he enjoys gnawing on a butter-slathered ear of sweet corn from his garden.

"Aw, screw you and your corn," I want to tell John except he's a good friend and I'm a nice guy.

Another factor that might have helped production are the countless shovelfuls of compost Félix mixed in with the dirt both in the raised beds and the garden at one corner of our ranch. Nowadays both Stew and I eat alarmingly large amounts of fruits and vegetables and at least one bucketful of scraps goes into the compost pile daily.

Pictures in gardening catalogs of a smiling twit with a straw hat fondling handfuls of "rich organic humus" produced by his compost pile always felt like a sadistic joke, something unattainable by normal humans like a rippling six-pack just below two bulging pectorals.

No more. Stew and I may be flabby but we've got our own rich organic humus.

Félix standing by the compost factory.
That terrific black stuff continues to erupt steadily from our three-compartment compost pile. We've also dumped a couple of truckfuls of compost from a neighbor with a half-dozen horses with enthusiastic gastrointestinal systems. A front-loader mixes the poop with straw and here comes more compost.

So good is our soil anymore that a couple of skeptical worms were spotted in the raised beds whispering to each other, "Hmm, kinda like it here." In Spanish.

But the most significant boon probably was the installation of a drip irrigation system hooked to a timer that turns the water for twenty minutes or so each night. We bought a kit from www.dripworks.com which arrived in a large box with enough hoses, filters, pressure regulators and other fittings for our two raised beds and the other eight-by-eight-meter vegetable bed.

A drip irrigation set-up starts with a battery-operated
timer, a water filter and pressure control fitting. A
starter kit costs less than US$100
The kick of drip irrigation is that it waters economically and efficiently; the root zone six or eight inches below the surface is consistently moist but not soggy or swamped.

If you had a Tinkertoy set when little installing one of these drip irrigation contraptions is simple. Just think of it as a doohickey or a contraption rather than a "system" which sounds vast and complex and may remind you of that piece of software you can never get to work. If you're not that bright or handy, or ambitious, just hire Félix who's become really good at it and is always looking for extra money what with a third kid on the way.

Rather than picking through shriveled greens and skeletal tomatoes, this year instead has brought a cornucopia-near-avalanche of produce. A dozen cucumbers; a couple of varieties of squash; an initial, timid crop asparagus (grown from seed two years ago!); tennis ball-sized beets; lettuce of various types; a few carrots and even some dandelion greens.

One smash hit were the tomatoes, particularly the Black Krim heirloom, swarthy and sweet. We also got dozens of Brandywines, Early Girls, Mexican Yellows and a particularly tasty variety of grape-sized tomatoes though no one knows where they came from.

Mysterious beauties: We're not sure where these grape-shaped
cherry tomatoes came from. Probably from Costco via our compost pile.
Another hit were the cauliflowers whose green leaves grew about four feet across around the fruit (flower?) itself which reached eight inches across. Félix, who had worked on the fields around San Miguel picking cauliflower and broccoli, remembered to fold and tie the leaves of the cauliflowers supposedly to blanch the fruit white.

Except we kept peeking and the stuff remained greenish. What could it be? Félix was clueless and I even more so. Finally, smart-ass Stew suggested we look at the seed envelope, which in fact clearly noted this was variety of green cauliflower. Ah so.

Stew has become a whiz at cooking large amounts of vegetables in soups, salads, stir frys, pressure-cooked, broiled, grilled, often in weird combinations, like a tomato-beet gazpacho. Or how about Copenhagen-Style Cauliflower Soup?

Waiting for Stew, produce piled up on
the kitchen counter.
His erstwhile ally in this endeavor has been Marian Morash's "The Victory Garden Cookbook" (1982) which like any cookbook is by now dog-eared and splotched. Marian apparently never found a piece of vegetable matter that she couldn't coax into a saucepan; the woman must have been raised by a colony of beavers.

But the most amazing part of this mid-summer produce mania is that both Stew and I have come to like vegetables. Even Félix is learning to tease his tastebuds with something other than tortillas and beans.

Indeed, if our mothers could see us now: Gray, a bit wrinklier and chunkier but eating our vegetables with a gusto neither they nor us could have ever imagined.

Happiness is a big pile of fresh black dirt. 


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19 comments:

  1. Well, I'm highly envious.

    This spring, I dug up a 7'x7' square of my extremely rocky back yard, built a raised bed, mixed in compost and vermiculite, and have been growing tomatoes. But now, just as the tomatoes are beginning to ripen, they seem to be coming down with some kind of fungus that turns the leaves yellow. I've already lost one plant, and it's now a race with time to see whether the tomatoes ripen first or the plant dies.

    But despite YOUR success with tomatoes, I won't say anything mean about you because I like your blog and I'm a nice person too, LOL...

    Saludos,

    Kim G
    Boston, MA
    Check out my new blog!

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    1. It sounds like you have a case of who-the-hell-knows, unless some other reader can identify the culprit. Good luck!

      Al

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  2. I hope you are getting ready to entertain me with an onslaught of heirloom tomatoes.

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    1. Steve: You have to get here first. I'm not going to Malaque in August, not even to see you.

      al

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  3. Compost and regular water are any plants friend. That stuff from the horses is full of nitrogen, plants like that as well. Most vegetables like a modest level PH , 7.1 to 7.5, great amounts of rotting organics will tend to push your soil into the acid range of PH. A simple way to avoid this is have a bag of limestone chips at the compost pile, when you fill a wheelbarrow with compost, scop a half quart of chips onto the compost, it will keep your soil in balance for as long as anyone reading this might live. As the acid from the organics is released it dissolves a bit of the chip, it's automatic so to speak. It is best to treat the tomato's soil differently, they like a bit of acid in their soil. Small amounts of sulfur are a good source of acid for tomatoes.

    My garden is going great guns this year; I grow my stuff on an old cattle paddock. I have to run soaker hoses because I live on sand, two days without rain and my plants start to wilt.

    Have you started any blackberries? We are picking a few gallons a week right now, all off of a fifty foot row. Of all the fruit and vegetables I grow, I enjoy the blackberries the most.

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    1. Our soil here, a semi-desert terrain, tends to acid, and like yours, dries up in just a few days if we don't get rain.

      Blackberries you asked? We have three plants who have been barely surviving for at least two years. Raspberries too, one plant. I don't know what's the deal. People had warned me they spread rampantly but mine are barely conscious. Let me investigate. Thanks for the reminder.

      al

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    2. Blackberries and raspberries are big feeders, they will grow in manure that is barely tame. I've mulched with dried pig manure, straight from the barn with good results, just keep it off direct contact with the stem.

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  4. I'm inspired. Been a life-long gardener and proponent of drip systems - Stateside - and can hardly wait to get a garden going in the casita in the campo I'll probably be taking starting next month.

    An addition to the "what the hell happened here" file: I got two tomato plants at the same time from the same place. One went in the back patio garden, one in the front, both with same exposure and seemingly not-too-different soil.

    The one in the back produced lovely fruit; the one in the front got huge, thick, lush but not even a SINGLE FLOWER did it produce. I never figured that out, just chalked it up to Mother Nature's whimsical ways of making sure I knew WHO WAS IN CHARGE.

    Love your posts, thanks so much for sharing with us.

    Lydia-jane

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    1. Like Kim, your one tomato plant may have a case of who-the-hell-knows too. Gardening is humbling if nothing else. You think you've read and done everything and then the stuff croaks...

      al

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  5. I'm sooooooo envious. Looks fabulous. I've got a great cauliflower recipe if you're interested AND the photo of the dogs on the dirt pile is great!

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    1. Sorry, Babs, we only planted four cauliflowers (they take a lot of room) and they're all gone. But three more are coming up. I'll let you know.

      Al

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  6. Great story and photos. Stone-walled compost bins - ¡que lujoso! Love the dogs on the dirt pile - must enjoy the view...

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    1. Thank you. Today two of the dogs ended up at the vet, one with a scratch on one eye--probably when she tried to drag one of our cats across the floor--and another got bit by something, probably a snake...

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  7. That's a lot of good looking tomatoes! What is Stew going to do with them, besides some great salads? I grilled mine for a change this summer.
    My mother made stuffed tomatoes instead of stuffed cabbage. ¡Riquísimo!

    Beautiful dogs in front of a gorgeous landscape.

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  8. Phyllis Culp has sent you a link to a blog:

    Love your writing and your sharing.Your zucchini has enhanced a large pot of minestrone, a crockpot of ratatouille, and will be a shredded zucchini "noodle" dish mañana. Thanks for the tips, the inspiration, and the help, amigos!

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  9. The compost looks excellent. I have tried rabbit, cow, and horse manure across the decades. Each seemed to work well. When my friend bought a horse ranch in Florida, I won the lottery. A truck full each month. I used to ladle a scoop of water drawn from a bucket half full of manure on each of the plants in the raised garden each morning. Once plants have four leaves, you can't imagine how effective this watering scheme was. The drip system sounds great for Central Mexico, but would be overkill in Florida with its two inch rain squalls.

    But how do you keep the green garden hose from becoming bulbous and then splitting using your water system in an on position all day?

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  10. Great photos. Loved particularly the one of the pups and the produce on the counter. We are so thrilled you had a bumper crop this year because those were the best tomatoes ever!

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