Saturday Supper

All was not lost.  My whiffle ball sized cabbage was transformed into this:

This spaghetti with marinara topped with zucchini, cabbage, parsley and toasted  walnuts was our dinner Saturday night.  The cabbage was surprisingly tasty.  Given it's diminutive size, it was just enough for Tim and I to share.  The kids, were not interested in the green stuff, so that's where the marinara came in handy.  The addition of my little cabbage to dinner lifted my spirits a bit after last weeks' "harvest."  Now if only I could coax a few more things to grow!

Behold! The Bounty!

I am officially depressed.  Ok, not really, but pretty bummed out.  After diligently planting veggies last fall this is what I harvested.  

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Clearly, I need to be an lilliputian farmer, because I can't seem to grow anything larger than a tennis ball. Sorry about my "man hand" photo, but I was trying to capture the tiny-ness of this produce.  Miniature cabbage, onions, broccoli, and peaches.  I'm not kidding, all my peaches (all 7 of them) are this size and the one I tasted was awful.  The onions, out of the 60 we planted, we got about 20.  The onions aren't so bad, I might be able to pass them off as "spring onions."  Don't get me started on this pathetic little broccoli.  The cabbage is another matter.  I still have one in the ground that may produce a head about the size of a whiffle ball.  Maybe I can make tiny cabbage soup with tiny onions.  Ugh, frustration! 

       I'm off now to wallow in gardening self pity for a few moments before I water my tomatoes and beans.  My neighbor dropped by the other day with some heirloom tomato seedlings.  I'm excited about these little plants, they have very exotic sounding names like:Black Plum and Cherokee Purple.  So, with great joy I will yank out my under performing broccoli and cabbage and try again with something new.