Category Archives: Bartlett’s Farm

#626: I’m baaaaaack! Picking tomatoes

First, my laptop fell.
The computer folk said the hard-drive was brokenĀ 
and all my photos had been lost.
Unless, of course, I sent it to a data recovery company
and paid hundreds to get them back.
Soooo, I went to YouTube,
looked up Data Recovery,
and found out how to do it myself. Hehheh.
I had to buy a $30 USB SATA/IDE adapter
but it was a lot cheaper than the alternative.
Then, my camera went wonky.

All the pictures looked like this.
Thank you, Camera Shop,
for a terrific point-and-click Olympus
which lasted seven years and took over
4000 pictures.
May I have a new one, please?
Sadly, they didn’t have an Olympus in stock,
so I bought a Fujifilm T550.
Basic point-and-shoot but not waterproof.
No more underwater shoots for me.
New camera, new hard-drive,
dozens of stories I didn’t get to tell.
But now I can:
Pick-your-own-tomatoes at Bartlett’s Farm. Woo-hoo!

Farmer Justine

Tomato Turtles. All you can see is the backs.

Tobias picked over 100 lbs. for his household.
We picked 60 lbs. for ours,
enough to get us through the winter.
Happy pickers, heading back–
Behind a classic tractor.

Now the real work begins.

#428: Green Zebra Bruschetta

Green Zebras are zingy.
Not as sweet as red tomatoes but
much higher in umami.

These are ripe. 
You can tell by the yellowness at the stem end.
We took a loaf of Bartlett’s own $4.75-a-loaf french bread,
cut it, drizzled evoo on it
(that’s extra virgin olive oil for you non-chef types, like me)
and sliced the tomatoes right on top:

Then add brie or feta or extra sharp cheddar.
I like the synergy with Brie the best.
Those who appreciate subtlety can add mozzarella.

See the love?

Ready to broil.
Use low broil setting and watch it like a hawk.

 A locally grown watermelon completes the meal.
Do get one with seeds for after dinner spit-for-distance contests.

First taste.

Scary yummy.

#427: Bartlett’s Pick-your-own Tomatoes

Thirty cars are parked alongside the field.
The long-anticipated day has arrived:
pick your own tomatoes for $1 a pound
at Bartlett’s Farm.
Waiting in line for the tractor pulling a haywagon
to drop off the previous pickers and get us out to the field.

Yay! A baby carseat full of tomatoes.
Where is the baby????

We go straight for the Romas.
Becky picks two handed…

and fills her 20# bucket in 20 minutes.

I fill a bucket too.
We add a few dozen Green Zebras.
Tune in tomorrow for ‘what happens next’.

#360: Bartlett’s Farm Parking Lot

Bartlett’s Farm parking lot, Saturday, March 3rd, 4 pm:
 Quiet. Still.
 No cars, no picnickers, no children
The windmill stands sentry.
Waiting for summer