To recap: the roof farm was planted late. Mid July. And I tucked these seeds in last, as an afterthought. Persian cucumbers, the kind I snap up almost every week at Mr Kim's on Atlantic. Small and smooth - I love them. And of all the plants on the roof, they are doing the best (with an eggplant exception; I think those may take over the world).
I picked the first ones last night. We ate them very simply, sliced lengthwise, in a salad.
And perhaps there was one in my Pimms. It's traditional.