Add broccoli and cauliflower and cook, stirring 1 minute or until broccoli is bright green. Whisk fish sauce, soy sauce, oyster sauce, brown sugar, flour, and shrimp stock together in a small bowl and set aside.īring 1 quart of water to a boil in a saucepan over high heat. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.ġ/4 pound shrimp, shelled with tails on, and deveinedġ cup thinly sliced brown crimini mushrooms Soon I’ll be juicing calamansi and pickling carrots for sawsawan. Soon I’ll be stir frying chop suey with broccoli crowns and snap peas picked from our kitchen garden. That the days are getting warmer - knock on wood! Daffodils and paper whites have sprung up. But nothing makes me happier these days than knowing that the days are getting longer.
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Our plate is full and there’s plenty to do. I’m not even counting the orchard and the backyard bees, which are projects that, I’m afraid, will have to wait another year. Black Krim, New Girl, and San Marzano tomatoes.
Bare-root Quinalt and Albion strawberries. Asparagus and rhubarb along the perimeter across the fig tree. Aerating it and enriching it with their nitrogen-rich manure. Weeding out grass and tearing up fallen leaves. The Golden Girls have been hard at work, too. Taming wild ivy vines and blackberry bushes. Trimming overgrown oleander and juniper trees. It’s been four months since we got the keys and we’ve been busy working around the house. The mailbox, for instance, looked like it was swallowed by the juniper tree standing unwieldily next to it. Nobody lived in the property for a while before us and so everything in the garden and around the yard was heavily overgrown when we moved in. If we don’t keep them out, deer will turn our lettuce and tomato beds into a free-for-all eat-all-you-can salad bar. A flock of wild turkeys pays our block a visit every now and then. We’ve seen a fox strutting down our street twice already since we moved. Oakland’s hills are teeming with wildlife. A tall deer-proof fence secures the garden all around. Everything is fitted with drip line irrigation - a nifty must-have for any serious urban farmer, in my opinion. The garden, roomier than a modest but nevertheless pricey one-bedroom apartment in the city, has two raised beds made of cinder blocks, strawberry troughs, and wine barrel planters. A big fig tree, twice as tall as I, spreads out like a long espalier on its west side. On the northeast corner of our lot sits our kitchen garden.
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