First Harvest on Tiny Farm

uno mas rose and some good looking tomatoes etc.

more little things: two figs, some little cherry tomatoes,
green beans and a yellow cucumberer

seriously dudes, that was one big squarsh

mid-summer heat and tiny insectual assholes eating my nasturtium and biting my nicotania.
YOU WILL NOT GET MY ROSES! I'll get you critters.

man blossoms and the second yellow cucumber all gathered on my favorite plate

For weeks I thought I was destined to eat squash blossoms and herbs I don't know the latin names of all summer. Apparently and according to something I happened to read, squash blossoms for fritter-making are the male flowers. And suddenly the other day, I combed through my tiny farm garden and saw it: The biggest squash in the world (probably), growing out of some female blossom's ass! Squash is the ass of a lady flower!

Disregard that if it sounds unappetizing when I say, we shaved that blossom's ass (aka the SQUASH) thin, doused it with olive oil, a few drops of sherry vinegar and chopped garden mint, seasoned with sea salt and cracked pepper, served with thin slices of prosciutto and fig quarters.
Sliced the tomatoes, sprinkled with salt, great olive oil Vanessa just brought us back from Italy, tore some basil on top and served with some justifiably expensive French feta cheese from Whole Foods, which was the only international--read here: not local, dish of the evening. The rest was from Tiny Farm, the new name of my high-yield-for-now garden.