Feeling seedy

As another crop of seed catalogs arrives in the mail, my thoughts turn to next summer’s garden, and to the words of Tim Cahill, the adventure writer.

“I am a man who sits around at home reading wilderness survival books the way some people peruse seed catalogs or accounts of classic chess games,” Cahill wrote in Jaguars Ripped My Flesh.

As a peruser of seed catalogs, I think it’s a fair comparison. All three of these pursuits can occur in one’s slippers, over a cup of tea. They all invoke issues of survival, but gardening requires the most integrated of skills sets, combining the strategy and foresight of a chess master with the survivalist’s intimate knowledge of their landscape, and their ability to adjust on the fly to changing conditions.

Growing a garden is a glorious way of dancing with the forces of nature, with the bees and the flowers and the butterflies, while eating and sniffing and generally digging the scene. It’s a place for whimsy, creativity and relaxation, and its important to be clear about your expectations. Especially now, when you have a bunch of seed catalogs spread before you.

One easy rule of thumb is to rule out any plants that need to be planted inside and in pots. I don’t care if you have a sunny windowsill. Unless you have a real grow space and the proper gear, growing your own starts is a losing proposition. Unless you really know what you are doing, your tomato seedlings will probably be an embarrassment compared to the greenhouse-grown beauties you can purchase at the farmers market.

I’ve got a small stable of growers from whom I buy tomato plants, farmers who grow big specimens of interesting varieties that produce delicious, eclectic crops through the summer. These are not tomatoes with which I make the sauce that fills my freezer.

Those tomatoes I’ll buy months later, also at the farmers market. Because my garden isn’t for filling the freezer. It’s a net for catching some fleeting, lovely moments of summer.

While students of chess and wilderness survival look to history for guidance, perusers of seed catalogs tend to look forward, focused on what is new and hitherto unknown. Yeah, pineapple strawberries, I’m talking to you. Or on things that, for whatever reason, are less available on the open market, like radicchio.

The only thing I grow in large enough quantities to store and replant is garlic. The rest of the garden, I plant to eat. The blueberries, raspberries, strawberries and peas are for the eating and frolicking of the kids, while the grownups appreciate the basil, radicchio and cucumbers. All of these can be ordered from a seed catalog and planted directly, without having to be grown inside. Climbing plants like beans should also be ordered, as well as plants for them to climb, like sunflowers. As soon as the ground can be worked, plant a handful of peas and beans. When they come up, plant the rest, and your sunflowers among them.

The garden is for playing, throughout the summer. For running outside when you want a cucumber, but not for making jar upon jar of pickles. For making a tomato salad, but not a load of tomato sauce. Gardeners would do well to listen to their inner chess nerds and strategize accordingly, deciding what will be ordered and what will be purchased at the farmers market. I strongly recommend a large bag of basil, to be seeded in every blank spot in the garden. They can be started indoors, and unlike tomatoes are much more forgiving. Or sow them outside around the time you transplant tomatoes. For me, that’s about Memorial Day.

Those who take the time to fill their freezers with ready-to-go foods can enjoy meals in winter that practically qualify as fast food. In fact, there was a meal I used to cook in college that made me a minor celebrity on the dorm block that year.

PastaPestoPrego leverages the fact that one needn’t choose between pesto and red sauce, as they go great together. On top of that, this recipe manages to push most any button that a 20 year-old boy might possess, delivering noodles, cheese, and quantity.

But it wasn’t just the satisfaction it delivered that made the meal legendary. It was the sheer speed and fluidity with which I could prepare it. And if the proverbial pesto and Prego are in place at your place, you can too.

Back in the day, the pesto I used came in a little plastic tub, and the Prego (or Ragu) came in a jar. Today, my “Prego” is a stack of quart freezer bags filled with oven-roasted tomato sauce in my freezer. They can be quickly thawed in a tub of warm water.

Pasta Pesto Prego

Big pot of boiling water

1/2 onion, minced

2 garlic cloves, pressed, grated or minced

Red sauce

Pesto

Cheese, such as Parmesan or Romano

Ground meat (optional)

Before you even take off your backpack, get the water going. Quickly chop half an onion and put in in a pan with olive oil with oregano on medium, and meat if using. Then add your red sauce. Cook until delicious. Season as necessary. Add noodles to boiling water. Take off backpack. Add red sauce to pan when the meat and onions are ready.

When noodles are done to your liking, drain them and toss with olive oil, and then minced garlic. This, right here, is the most important trick you need to know about pasta. When those noodles are hot, toss them in raw garlic and olive oil. The garlic will cook in the hot noodles and the house will smell amazing. Then stir in the cheese and pesto. Finally, toss in the red sauce. Add more grated cheese, if you can, and proceed to eat until it hurts.

Whatever else you have on your plate, be it a game of chess, a surprise encounter with a grizzly bear, or trying to plan your seed order, having a belly full of PastaPestoPrego will give you a fighting chance.