It was only a change of plan

Dear Food Diary,

Do you need any tomatoes?  Some asshole put six plants in my backyard this spring and, looking out my window now, I can see that tomato production has gotten somewhat out of hand.  So I made pizza from scratch Saturday, sauce included, but that only took about 10 tomatoes.  I may have to start canning, which I hate to do.

On the subject of of things I hate to do:  Remember when I ran that toad over with the lawnmower?  The toad turned out to be okay -- no visible signs of damage, though I ruined his grassy habitat and think I may have given him a post traumatic stress disorder.  Sarah and I felt bad about that, so we brewed a beer ("Hoppy Toad") in his honor.

After a couple weeks bottled (and through the magic of sorcery), the beer is now carbonated and ready to drink.  I took a sample outside to share with the toad, but he never came around.  I even used his favorite glass. 

I planned to leave the glass out there for the toad to find overnight, but the beer must have evaporated or something, 'cause it was gone by the time I went inside.

While I was outside I checked out some of our crops.

Hops crops.

A few of our (many) remaining tomatoes.

For supper we had garden stuff: roasted beets, refrigerator pickles (cucumbers, dill, onions -- plus some vinegar, honey, and seeds), grilled eggplant, steamed broccoli and green beans, and chicken wings.  The chicken wasn't from the backyard, though I'm sure you'll catch that thing yet.