Two nights, two trips to the roof to pick what was ripe.
So we have more burrata in the fridge for today's Brandywine lunch.
For supper, the eggplant joined another for baba ganoush, the tomatoes went into a tuna salad with the cucumber. And I picked a huge bunch of lamb's quarters (Chenopodium album - also goose foot or fat hen) in Prospect Park the other day and cooked it in some chicken stock with shallots to top bruschetta.
In their pots the tomatoes are beginning to look blighty, the cucumbers a bit miserable, and I must think about something different, up there. The strawberries are wonderful, still.