State of the Garden

The cherry tomatoes keep coming. After 32 summers gardening in the same spot, I have observed the shifting weather due to global climate change.

The cherry tomatoes keep coming. After 32 summers gardening in the same spot, I have observed the shifting weather due to global climate change.
1. Wisk together in a large bowl until creamy, 2/3 cup Agave nectar and 1/3 cut canola or walnut oil.
2. Pulverize (in a blender or mini-food processor is easier than by hand with a good-sized mortar and pestle) until slightly viscose (this is the egg replacer) 1/4 cup ground flax seed or flax seed with 2 tbs hot water and 2 tbs maple syrup.
3. Blend well all the above ingredients together. Stir in a splash of vanilla extract.
4. In a separate bowl, sift or mix together 1/2 cup whole wheat pastry flour and dash of salt and cinnamon to taste (1-3 tsps.) and 1 tsp aluminum free baking power.
5. Stir the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients until just completely combined. Please do not overmix.
6. Mix in 1/2 cup chopped nuts (walnuts are best or another nut that grows in the same climate as apples) and then 1 cup apple (about one small to medium-sized apple) with the skin left on in 1/4 to 1/2 inch dice.
7. Oil a 8×8 inch pan; smooth dough evenly in pan, it will be almost like a batter.
8. (Optional) Combine 1-2 tbs of turbinado (raw sugar) crystals and some combination of cinnamon, all spice, nutmeg, Sprinkle as a topping.
9. Bake at 325F (no need to preheat the oven) for 16-20 minutes. Watch carefully to see that it does not burn.
Makes 16-25 squares. They are quite sweet, so a few bites is just the right amount.
(Apologies for the terrible Blackberry Photo)
There was nothing more
Pressing than walking about
Awed by the colors.

“For him who is moderate in food and play, moderate in performing actons, moderate in sleep and waking, for him is the yoga which destroys sorrow.” Bhagavad Gita, 6.18 (trans. Gitartha Samgraha, in Abhinavagupta’s Commentary on the Bhagavad Gita).
Food here, of course, is more than what we put into our mouth. It is everything that comes in through the senses. Play, too, is beyond what we do for “fun” in this society. How much these words have kept their truth since written; what different meanings they carry in our time of technological marvels. What does “moderation” mean to us? Does moderation have an implicit relativeness?
Since I first read the Gita in high school, I have been contemplating this sloka and resonating with it. Now, I come back to it over and over again, as my understanding of the rest of the text deepens and my practice grows. It is still giving me food for thought. (Pun intended).