It really is Autumn. We got home from Wisconsin and Mary decided this was the moment we need to tear up her garden. She was right, it’s looking pretty dead with rotting tomatoes and eggplants, with a few healthy pumpkins scattered around.
She was less concerned about the garden than she was this patch — those are gigantic sunchoke stems so large that they’ve started falling over.
So we pulled them up, and what we found were dense masses of tubers.
We filled up a couple of ten gallon buckets with these things.
They better taste good — we’ve never had them before, but they’re supposed to taste like sweet potatoes? Maybe? Mary grew them, so now it’s my turn to cook them.