The latest and not quite last crop (still lots of green tomatoes clinging to life and hope) from the now freshly weeded, thanks to The Little One, potager.
As we speak, the wooden cageot (crate?) of tomatoes, picked this morning, is being turned into sauce for the winter. Andrea and I just returned from the market with carrots, garlic and onions, which we did not plant chez nous. We have celery in the garden, which will also be added to the sauce, at least I think it will be. Let's be honest, I'm not the one making it. I'm the one watching it being made.
Remember I appreciate the domestic arts, and occasionally try my hand, but this skill, I believe, "depasses," as the French say my competence.
Or, as one of my best French friends cautions, "If you don't want to do something; don't tell anyone you know how to do it."
A demain for the weekly calendar.