I was leaving town the next morning. (Like, at 4 a.m. the next morning. Is that even really "morning"? I'm not sure.) In my swooping about to get packed and pull the house into apple-pie order, I stepped out into the garden to dump a bowl of compost.
That was a mistake.
Because the cherry tomato bushes were overflowing and the peppers were dancing from their branches and there were at least three trombone squash sprawling to be harvested and then I saw a few cucumbers peeking out....GAH!
But dinner...laundry...loving on the babies and husband....GAH!
There was only time to deal with one vegetable, but I didn't even have to think about which one made the cut.
The cherry tomatoes, obviously. Not only are they the most precious to me, but I could--and did--easily roast them in my already hot oven and pop them in jars for the freezer. Picked and preserved. Easy-peasy.
The rest will just have to be there when I get back. Or go to feed our fat squirrels.
But, my particular produce dilemmas aside, it occurred to me that there is probably a broader personality test in this situation.
If you could only save one vegetable out of what's growing in your garden right this second, what would it be and why?