Something sad is happening at the farm currently. Our beloved basil is done for the season. A nasty disease has struck and there seems to be no cure. Downy mildew is ruining my August. As with most things that happen in my life, I was not prepared for this situation. Did I make batches and batches of pesto to freeze for the winter? Of course not, I have never planned for a disaster before. However, I am beginning to rethink this horrible pattern I have of never being on-top of it. Basil is one of those comfort foods that I love so much and thought would just stick around for my whole summer! It’s only August and I am in the depths of despair. So what did I do? I turned to garlic! Lots of garlic!
Tonight, since I was feeling sorry for myself, I did not cook, instead I ate a baguette of bread dipped in lots of olive oil and a TON of garlic. However, half-way through the baguette, I was feeling like I was not eating a balanced enough meal (if you can even call bread and garlic a meal) so I had Taylor cook us up some corn. Yes, this would help the situation. The corn was not a cure for the deceased basil, but it helped a little.
And then we added some tomatoes, beets, and lettuce to the mix
And it made us feel less guilty about not really eating dinner.
Alright, I am off to clean the Emerson House. I am pretty sure it will smell like garlic in there for months. That is how much we ate! I wonder if Ralph Waldo Emerson liked garlic as much as we do?