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The first ripe tomatoes were too few for a sauce and too soft for a salad. I simmered them with the last shiso leaves, a little ginger, and water from the kettle.
The basil went dark at the edges. The shiso held on. Under the cloth, two green tomatoes had started to blush where they touched each other.
Monday mise, bed edition. First real frost warning landed Saturday night, so this one is short and a little sad.
From the bed: one clump of scallions and the last two red gochu.
Eleven peppers, one jar, zero regrets. Picked every one Wednesday night by phone torch, an hour before the -2 rolled in.
Monday mise. It hit -2 Wednesday and -3 Saturday, so the bed is officially in its cozy era.
