Mary was buried up to her chin.


With it 50 degrees today, much of it has already melted.
Homesteading in Brooklyn
Mary was buried up to her chin.


With it 50 degrees today, much of it has already melted.

Petunia integrifolia or Petunia violacea. This could also be a hybrid Petunia spp. These grow wild in our backyard and around the neighborhood, though they originated in South America. The leaves are a light green. The pale center contrasts with other pictures on the web.

20 cups of basil = 10 batches!
There were 10 jars in all.
Our street was spared, but around the corner on Clinton, two trees in a row both came down in the tornado of 2010. Since this photo was taken, the stumps have been sawed to the ground.

No stranger to clamming, recently we tried a new way of preparing them. Baked clams require boiling first. Then they are covered with a mixture of cracker crumbs, butter, garlic salt, and parsley. With the final step, baking, they may have gotten a bit crispy, but they tasted good. Put alongside boiling and chowder, this is another good way to consume these wild caught chewy bivalves.

Here's the first strawberry from the pot out front - not really much of a harvest - but the plants are ever-bearing so these small sugary lumps should be appearing all summer.
These are garlic scapes, a bonus that I wasn't aware of a week ago. They are the flower of the garlic cloves I planted last fall. We cooked them with zucchinis on the grill. They added a mild onion/garlic flavor.
The current state of the back garden as of May 24, 2010. Last year we hadn't even started yet. And the hops have sprouted. Today I planted morning glory seeds after work. They soaked for about 20 hours beforehand, which may have been overkill.
A couple Golding hop rhizomes.
I planted them in the sunniest part of the back yard and improvised a twine course for the vines to climb once they emerge. 
These ramps, collected in Roscoe, New York, were being sold at the Union Square green market a couple weeks ago. I've been wanting to try them for the last couple years.
I opted to saute them in some olive oil, bulbs first, then then tops. The green part cooks like spinach. After salt and pepper, I ate them as a side with macaroni and cheese. 
They were good but they leave you smelling worse than onions.
These are the treasures we collected in one hour at bottle beach, future vases and knick knacks.
The amount of trash is really amazing: shoe soles, sinks, bricks, horse bones, broken ceramics, and of course bottles. These pictures are at low tide, reportedly the best time to go.
The trash of the future will be much less pleasant than this place and parts of the littered beach were disgusting. At times the wind smelled of petroleum and the bottles were caked in brown slime. I can't imagine plastic will age as well. Below is a cross-section of the eroding shoreline, strata of rubbish.
To get there, get on Flatbush going away from Greater Brooklyn (toward the ocean). Once inside Floyd Bennett Field take a left at the light after the abandoned hangar. There is parking lot on the right after the turn. Turn before the toll plaza or you'll pay $5.50 round trip to get to the treasure. Once you park, cross the 6 lanes of traffic to the other side and find the trailhead across the intersection. The trail will come to a crossroads. Take the trail to the right. A short distance from there you'll come to the beach. You'll know when you get there.
Just south of Greenwood Cemetery, Sunset Park has some commanding views of the New York Harbor. There are also some great taco shops nearby.
This herbivore got away from one of the neighbors and was grazing in our back yard for a few days in a row. He made a meal of the chicory sprouts, so we hope he doesn't become a regular visitor.

