It’s so good to pick so much of a meal from the garden. No, I didn’t raise the hog for a ham hock, lol; that came from a wonderful Amish company from Lancaster who sells their stuff at our local bent and dent store. And I’ll throw in a couple little potatoes that I didn’t grow either.
But collards, black eyes, a few stray green beans and the first couple small Limas, all that will go into the pot after the ham hock has simmered several hours and been torn apart and cleaned well for fat, etc. And the parts of the ham hock that aren’t edible for people go out in the yard for the creatures of the night, or maybe even the crows of the daytime.
Yesterday was Lammas, the pagan holiday of the first of the harvest festivals. On Lammas they began to harvest the wheat that was so critical to their having enough food for the coming winter. We don’t grow wheat, and we’re lucky that food we don’t have to grow will be available after the winter cold comes. But I’m thankful that we’ve been harvesting good food now for quite a while. So many blessings come from our earth.
One of my favorite expressions: grow it, pick it, eat it, love it!