Well, That Just Frosts My....

     Tomatoes.  That's Right.  Last night we had a frost.  I picked all the tomatoes that had even a hint of a tint of anything except green.  And I picked 4 zucchinis, 1 cantaloupe, 5 acorn squash.  I'll give anything else a few days to produce or be pulled screaming to the compost pile.  My green peppers are pathetic--haven't eaten ONE yet.  The plants have flower buds and small, not-worth-the-effort-to-clean, peppers on them.
     So what should I do now?  Ah, reminisce from the first vegetable garden by the head of household in Nebraska.

     This brave zucchini sacrificed him/her/itself on the grill.  Many indistinguishable comrades, like lemmings, did the same thing.  Some others, however, led a more complicated end.

     Some became as bread to a hungry nation, er, household, such as the just-right-for-two-loaves guy below.

     And, speaking of bread, we were talking about bread weren't we?  Focus.  Okay.  I made homemade bread from scratch, and, no, I didn't grow any of the ingredients in my garden.

     I also tried some recipes that I am so glad that I did.  I know not to again.

Nebraska--Less People, Less Stress