Tantre farm share, week 12 (and 1 interloper)

Bottom-ish row, left to right: Red Haven peaches (interloper), 7 ears of corn, 2 qts beans, 3 cucumbers basil, red onions.
Top-ish row: 2 qts potatoes, carrots, snow leopard honeydew melon, 3 tomatoes, big bag of broccoli crowns, beets (no greens), 8 summer squash, 2 heads of lettuce, chives

• Tonight we're having an all-American dinner: grilled chicken drumsticks, potato salad with chives, corn on the cob, tarragon cucumber pickles and peach pie.
• Some form of corn soup--either corn potato basil chowder or Tammy's lovely sounding silky corn soup (see the comments for the recipe) which I might try chilled, depending on the whether it is stinking hot or not; served with the broccoli/chick pea/red onion salad I made a couple of weeks ago and loved.
• 1 tomato will go into a potato-summer squash gratin: I'll use the mandoline to slice the potatoes and squash paper thin and then layer them with the tomatoes and some cheddar and chives. It'll be loosely based on the goat cheese-potato-summer squash gratin I made couple of weeks ago and loved.
• The other two tomatoes will go into salads with the lettuce, cucumbers, carrots, beets, feta and some blanched green beans.

The menu is brief this week because on Friday I'm going to have to go through what is left and either blanch and freeze it, or give it away. I'm leaving on Saturday to take the critters to visit my sister in Massachusetts so this means that next week I'll miss out on the bounty. My parents will be picking up and consuming my share which should be a bit of a (hopefully fun) shock to their cooking habits!

Whew

Just a quick note: Thanks for the words of support about the writing block/crisis of confidence. I really appreciated hearing from people about their experiences. I think it is one of the big benefits of the internet to make this incredibly isolated endeavor something that can be shared.

And the good news is that on this stinky hot and humid day, I've got the critters at camp, the AC on, and I've managed to pick my writer self up off the ground, dust off my keister and get back to writing. It isn't flowing like the magical day a few weeks ago, but it is moving and I feel a direction and shape and purpose.

Whew.