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Growing Vegetables, Fruits, and Herbs in Small Outdoor Spaces (with Recipes)

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“[A]n an incredibly handy manual full of information on how to grow plants in small spaces.” —GOOP

The beginner’s complete guide to urban, small space and container gardening from “our windowsill guru.” —Bon Appétit

This vibrant updated 2nd edition includes 30 earthy recipes for the vegetables from your edible garden and 50 gorgeous inspirational color photographs and illustrations.


No matter how small your space, you can grow an edible garden and enjoy home cooked meals from your harvest! With this stunning comprehensive guide, you’ll learn the basics of gardening in pots and containers, find small windowsill and countertop projects, and receive specific recommendations for plants that grow well in containers. Also included are 30 simple recipes you can make with your harvest, from Zucchini Fritters to Herby Pasta with Lettuce and Prosciutto, to Rosy Strawberry Buttermilk cake.

You’ll learn all about:
   • the best containers and pots 
   • DIY planter boxes
   • tools and supplies 
   • soil for containers
   • feeding and watering 
   • simple pruning 
   • cooking with your harvest
   • and much more

“With this guide, your garden can be as productive as you’d like, no matter the size." —Modern Farmer
"Here at Sunset, we're all about eliminating waste—and learning new ways to garden. That's why we were thrilled to read Amy Pennington's new book, Tiny Space Gardening: Growing Vegetables, Fruits, and Herbs in Small Outdoor Spaces."
—Sunset

"With this guide, your garden can be as productive as you’d like, no matter the size."
—Modern Farmer

Praise for previous edition, Apartment Gardening:

"A favorite cookbook author, Amy Pennington has written an incredibly handy manual full of information on how to grow plants in small spaces. The book is full of wonderful tips, recipes and information on all the best things to grow in your home."
—GOOP

"The author has ideas for gathering supplies, growing herbs, edible blossoms, home pickling, planting, growing lettuce, seed starting and tons of recipes—all of which can be achieved in the smallest of flats."
Kinfolk

"Amy Pennington...is our windowsill guru. This spring, we're sowing what she's sowing. (Named one of Bon Appétit's 2012 Tastemakers: "the visionaries who are making our lives so delicious.")"
Bon Appétit  

"Useful information for those who live in apartments, have a small parcel of land, or a deck large enough to accommodate big pots and window-box planters."
The Washington Post

"IMs. Pennington shares her know-how with metropolitan types everywhere."
The Wall Street Journal

"The ever-resourceful Pennington chronicles her food-centric take on city living in 'Apartment Gardening: Plants, Projects, and Recipes for Growing Food in Your Urban Home'... As adept as Pennington is at figuring out how to grow the most food in the smallest space in the shortest amount of time, she's equally skilled at suggesting what to do with it. She details not only how to plant directly into a sack of soil and build your own deck-sized worm bin but also how to blend thyme lip balm and whip up a killer chocolate lavender tart. The book's tone is chatty and encouraging..."
The Seattle Times

"Amy's straightforward conversational style makes both books ['Apartment Gardening' and her first book, Urban Pantry] seem as if you're getting great advice from a smart, savvy friend."
Al Dente

"Full of great tips, recipes, and DIY guides, like how to build your own planter box, grow lettuce in recycled containers, keep bees on your patio, and infuse spirits with herbs grown right in your kitchen."
Apartment Therapy Re-Nest, Daily Find

“A great book for new gardeners living in the urban jungle or for experienced gardeners who find themselves with limited garden space and the desire (or need!) to grow a ‘garden’.”
—New York Botanical Gardens Blog
Amy Pennington is a gardener, writer, and girl-about-town. She runs her own gardening business called Go Go Green Garden, which helps start, revive, and perfect vegetable gardens. Pennington was named one of Bon Appetit's Tastemakers and Seattle magazine's fifty most powerful players in Seattle's food scene. She is the author of Urban Pantry, Apples, Fresh Pantry and Salad Days. She lives in Seattle. Kate Bingaman-Burt is a nationally renowned illustrator.
Introduction


I am an urban gardener. Some may think of me as an urban farmer, depending on how you differentiate between a farm and a garden. I grow food for people in their city backyards, front yards, side yards, you name it: any patch of land in which I can persuade food to grow. And by food, I mean greens, roots, fruits, herbs, flowers, and more. My hope is to inspire people to eat a broader range of food and flavors than they are used to. I also want to evoke a sort of small-scale self-sufficiency in the daily lives of urbanites. I like food and living green, so I want to have a steady supply of fresh, delicious produce as often as possible. I am motivated by my hunger, and so I grow food.
 
The ironic thing about my story is that, at present, I do not actually have a garden of my own. I live in a small apartment in Seattle with no access to a backyard, a lawn, or even green space. And though I often dream of tearing up my assigned parking spot and building a raised vegetable bed in its place, I don’t think my landlord would appreciate the effort. So like most city people in search of greener pastures, I make do with what I have: in my case, an east-facing deck that gets the first rays of morning sun. Over time, I have overcrowded this tiny 75-square-foot space with pots, containers, hanging baskets, window boxes, and more. (I also use my dining room table as a greenhouse in the winter, which means inviting plants to further encroach on what little personal space I have.) I originally started with flowers and killed a good number of them. I now know that I wasn’t watering efficiently, or the pots were too small, but at the time I just chalked it up to a big experiment.
 
My relationship with plants changed when I was asked to build and plant an organic vegetable garden for a food-loving Seattle couple. They hoped to grow the same tomatoes their nonna had grown in Italy. While I had little firsthand knowledge on how best to do this, I thought it sounded like an awesome challenge, so I dug in. Putting my hands in the dirt for the first time and sowing seeds was immediately very natural for me. I remember looking up at my friend Marcus (who worked with me that first year) and saying, “Marcus, this is the most instinctual thing I’ve ever done.” I didn’t have to think about it. I just planted. And like most new gardeners, I was shocked and amazed when those little green seedlings started pushing out of the soil. Nearly everything came up that year, and the garden was a huge success.
 
From then on, I was officially a grow-your-own convert, and I started experimenting with all sorts of plants. I grew spices, ate flowers, sowed Asian greens (some names of which I still can’t pronounce), tried ten varieties of paste tomatoes, and more. The more time I spent in the garden, the more obvious the life cycle of plants became. I learned what it meant to overwater or underwater. I did plant trials in each of the raised beds to see how sun patterns would affect growth. All in all, I became really good at growing food efficiently and maximizing space. It was like a little game I played with myself—how much food can I grow in this small space in the shortest amount of time?
 
After that first year (and after getting used to bringing home some of that garden’s bounty), I quickly tired of running across town to clip a handful of thyme for dinner. I refused to buy herbs at the grocery when I had fresh herbs to pick, but the back-and-forth car trips demanded too much energy. I disliked having to plan meals too far ahead, and being environmentally minded, I felt guilty for burning the fuel. In the course of a summer, I slowly transitioned all of the flower pots at my apartment into containers of edible plants. Today, my deck overflows with pots, soil, and plants. I still have a thyme plant from that first garden thriving in a big pot on my balcony. I didn’t really think about the transition happening just outside my door—it just happened organically.
 
In truth, I have grown food and plants far longer than my short adult history would suggest. I grew up in the wilds of Long Island in New York. My parents had defected from Brooklyn and Queens to live a simple life out in the “country.” And although my childhood home sat within spitting distance of the Long Island Expressway, it really did feel like country. Our house was tucked in at the edge of a dead-end street. The yard was backed by a few acres of wooded land with meandering trails. The front yard started off like any old front yard, full of willow trees and a green lawn to run and do somersaults across, but over time my dad transitioned it to a working homestead. He built a gated pen for milk goats and another one for our pig, Maggie. We had rabbits for meat up in hutches, and one year we raised commercial turkeys for Thanksgiving, selling them to all his city friends. Muscovy ducks just sort of wandered around the yard, laying eggs where they saw fit. We would clip their wings every couple of months because if we didn’t, they had a tendency to fly up and perch on the neighbor’s roof. There was a large coop for the chickens, though they had free rein and could easily be corralled back to the coop at night.
 
In the backyard sat my parents’ pride and joy: a huge vegetable garden. I remember my father renting a rototiller and turning over the turf one summer. As kids, we were utterly uninterested, but looking back now, I think my parents were superheroes. They tilled up the grass and hoed in rows like real farmers. No raised beds, no fancy “garden,” just row after row of vegetables. I have pictures of them hunched over rows of beans, while we kids are sitting in the shade in bathing suits doing nothing. Looking back now, I see that it was also one big adventurous experiment for my parents. Like most new gardeners, we had far too many zucchini. My dad would send us round the neighborhood to pawn them off on other families. I was so embarrassed once when I was refused. Tomatoes came in excess, sunflowers got eaten by birds (and their seeds did not taste like sunflower seeds from the store, so we snubbed them), and snap peas were my favorite.
 
My brother, sister, and I had weekly chores that, like most children, we dreaded. Unlike most of our friends with standard-issue duties, our burgeoning homestead kept us busy collecting eggs, milking the goats, tending to the other animals, and working in the vegetable garden out back. You can imagine the chore list, come weekends. Someone had to clean out the goat shed, someone had to turn the compost pile we kept in the chicken coop, and someone had to weed. I remember sitting on a small bench in the garden and ripping out weeds, leaving some roots behind, and feeling both guilty and utterly empowered. I smugly left small pieces of dandelion root, knowing they would come back again to taunt us. (Sorry, Dad!) Above all other chores, I hated working in the garden.
 
While I hated garden work as a kid, I clearly found my calling as an adult. These days, I can be found in a garden any given day of the week, and I am continually drawing on my youth as a reference point. I wouldn’t trade the way my parents raised me for the world.
 
I’ve been growing food in containers off my balcony for over ten years since the first edition of this book was published, and I’ve adjusted what I spend my time and effort cultivating. Today, I grow a collection of herbs—these are usually perennial plants that flower in midsummer, so they’re both beautiful and delicious. While I used to steer clear of tomatoes (too much work!), I can appreciate the appeal of having a handful of those sweet red fruits to eat each summer, and this new version of the book has loads of information on how to grow healthy tomato plants.
 
Along with tomatoes, I’ve expanded my list of things to grow in containers and included some crowd favorites like basil, potatoes, and berries of all kinds. You’ll also find more recipes to enjoy your harvest, as well as some easy windowsill and countertop projects. I absolutely adore sprouting seeds and think it’s such an easy way to grow food at home even if you don’t have access to outdoor space. I’ll be making loads of sprouts this year. That said, I do have a shared rooftop garden with tall container beds that receive full sun all year long. I’m looking forward to discovering what I’ll cook up next.

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About

“[A]n an incredibly handy manual full of information on how to grow plants in small spaces.” —GOOP

The beginner’s complete guide to urban, small space and container gardening from “our windowsill guru.” —Bon Appétit

This vibrant updated 2nd edition includes 30 earthy recipes for the vegetables from your edible garden and 50 gorgeous inspirational color photographs and illustrations.


No matter how small your space, you can grow an edible garden and enjoy home cooked meals from your harvest! With this stunning comprehensive guide, you’ll learn the basics of gardening in pots and containers, find small windowsill and countertop projects, and receive specific recommendations for plants that grow well in containers. Also included are 30 simple recipes you can make with your harvest, from Zucchini Fritters to Herby Pasta with Lettuce and Prosciutto, to Rosy Strawberry Buttermilk cake.

You’ll learn all about:
   • the best containers and pots 
   • DIY planter boxes
   • tools and supplies 
   • soil for containers
   • feeding and watering 
   • simple pruning 
   • cooking with your harvest
   • and much more

“With this guide, your garden can be as productive as you’d like, no matter the size." —Modern Farmer

Praise

"Here at Sunset, we're all about eliminating waste—and learning new ways to garden. That's why we were thrilled to read Amy Pennington's new book, Tiny Space Gardening: Growing Vegetables, Fruits, and Herbs in Small Outdoor Spaces."
—Sunset

"With this guide, your garden can be as productive as you’d like, no matter the size."
—Modern Farmer

Praise for previous edition, Apartment Gardening:

"A favorite cookbook author, Amy Pennington has written an incredibly handy manual full of information on how to grow plants in small spaces. The book is full of wonderful tips, recipes and information on all the best things to grow in your home."
—GOOP

"The author has ideas for gathering supplies, growing herbs, edible blossoms, home pickling, planting, growing lettuce, seed starting and tons of recipes—all of which can be achieved in the smallest of flats."
Kinfolk

"Amy Pennington...is our windowsill guru. This spring, we're sowing what she's sowing. (Named one of Bon Appétit's 2012 Tastemakers: "the visionaries who are making our lives so delicious.")"
Bon Appétit  

"Useful information for those who live in apartments, have a small parcel of land, or a deck large enough to accommodate big pots and window-box planters."
The Washington Post

"IMs. Pennington shares her know-how with metropolitan types everywhere."
The Wall Street Journal

"The ever-resourceful Pennington chronicles her food-centric take on city living in 'Apartment Gardening: Plants, Projects, and Recipes for Growing Food in Your Urban Home'... As adept as Pennington is at figuring out how to grow the most food in the smallest space in the shortest amount of time, she's equally skilled at suggesting what to do with it. She details not only how to plant directly into a sack of soil and build your own deck-sized worm bin but also how to blend thyme lip balm and whip up a killer chocolate lavender tart. The book's tone is chatty and encouraging..."
The Seattle Times

"Amy's straightforward conversational style makes both books ['Apartment Gardening' and her first book, Urban Pantry] seem as if you're getting great advice from a smart, savvy friend."
Al Dente

"Full of great tips, recipes, and DIY guides, like how to build your own planter box, grow lettuce in recycled containers, keep bees on your patio, and infuse spirits with herbs grown right in your kitchen."
Apartment Therapy Re-Nest, Daily Find

“A great book for new gardeners living in the urban jungle or for experienced gardeners who find themselves with limited garden space and the desire (or need!) to grow a ‘garden’.”
—New York Botanical Gardens Blog

Author

Amy Pennington is a gardener, writer, and girl-about-town. She runs her own gardening business called Go Go Green Garden, which helps start, revive, and perfect vegetable gardens. Pennington was named one of Bon Appetit's Tastemakers and Seattle magazine's fifty most powerful players in Seattle's food scene. She is the author of Urban Pantry, Apples, Fresh Pantry and Salad Days. She lives in Seattle. Kate Bingaman-Burt is a nationally renowned illustrator.

Excerpt

Introduction


I am an urban gardener. Some may think of me as an urban farmer, depending on how you differentiate between a farm and a garden. I grow food for people in their city backyards, front yards, side yards, you name it: any patch of land in which I can persuade food to grow. And by food, I mean greens, roots, fruits, herbs, flowers, and more. My hope is to inspire people to eat a broader range of food and flavors than they are used to. I also want to evoke a sort of small-scale self-sufficiency in the daily lives of urbanites. I like food and living green, so I want to have a steady supply of fresh, delicious produce as often as possible. I am motivated by my hunger, and so I grow food.
 
The ironic thing about my story is that, at present, I do not actually have a garden of my own. I live in a small apartment in Seattle with no access to a backyard, a lawn, or even green space. And though I often dream of tearing up my assigned parking spot and building a raised vegetable bed in its place, I don’t think my landlord would appreciate the effort. So like most city people in search of greener pastures, I make do with what I have: in my case, an east-facing deck that gets the first rays of morning sun. Over time, I have overcrowded this tiny 75-square-foot space with pots, containers, hanging baskets, window boxes, and more. (I also use my dining room table as a greenhouse in the winter, which means inviting plants to further encroach on what little personal space I have.) I originally started with flowers and killed a good number of them. I now know that I wasn’t watering efficiently, or the pots were too small, but at the time I just chalked it up to a big experiment.
 
My relationship with plants changed when I was asked to build and plant an organic vegetable garden for a food-loving Seattle couple. They hoped to grow the same tomatoes their nonna had grown in Italy. While I had little firsthand knowledge on how best to do this, I thought it sounded like an awesome challenge, so I dug in. Putting my hands in the dirt for the first time and sowing seeds was immediately very natural for me. I remember looking up at my friend Marcus (who worked with me that first year) and saying, “Marcus, this is the most instinctual thing I’ve ever done.” I didn’t have to think about it. I just planted. And like most new gardeners, I was shocked and amazed when those little green seedlings started pushing out of the soil. Nearly everything came up that year, and the garden was a huge success.
 
From then on, I was officially a grow-your-own convert, and I started experimenting with all sorts of plants. I grew spices, ate flowers, sowed Asian greens (some names of which I still can’t pronounce), tried ten varieties of paste tomatoes, and more. The more time I spent in the garden, the more obvious the life cycle of plants became. I learned what it meant to overwater or underwater. I did plant trials in each of the raised beds to see how sun patterns would affect growth. All in all, I became really good at growing food efficiently and maximizing space. It was like a little game I played with myself—how much food can I grow in this small space in the shortest amount of time?
 
After that first year (and after getting used to bringing home some of that garden’s bounty), I quickly tired of running across town to clip a handful of thyme for dinner. I refused to buy herbs at the grocery when I had fresh herbs to pick, but the back-and-forth car trips demanded too much energy. I disliked having to plan meals too far ahead, and being environmentally minded, I felt guilty for burning the fuel. In the course of a summer, I slowly transitioned all of the flower pots at my apartment into containers of edible plants. Today, my deck overflows with pots, soil, and plants. I still have a thyme plant from that first garden thriving in a big pot on my balcony. I didn’t really think about the transition happening just outside my door—it just happened organically.
 
In truth, I have grown food and plants far longer than my short adult history would suggest. I grew up in the wilds of Long Island in New York. My parents had defected from Brooklyn and Queens to live a simple life out in the “country.” And although my childhood home sat within spitting distance of the Long Island Expressway, it really did feel like country. Our house was tucked in at the edge of a dead-end street. The yard was backed by a few acres of wooded land with meandering trails. The front yard started off like any old front yard, full of willow trees and a green lawn to run and do somersaults across, but over time my dad transitioned it to a working homestead. He built a gated pen for milk goats and another one for our pig, Maggie. We had rabbits for meat up in hutches, and one year we raised commercial turkeys for Thanksgiving, selling them to all his city friends. Muscovy ducks just sort of wandered around the yard, laying eggs where they saw fit. We would clip their wings every couple of months because if we didn’t, they had a tendency to fly up and perch on the neighbor’s roof. There was a large coop for the chickens, though they had free rein and could easily be corralled back to the coop at night.
 
In the backyard sat my parents’ pride and joy: a huge vegetable garden. I remember my father renting a rototiller and turning over the turf one summer. As kids, we were utterly uninterested, but looking back now, I think my parents were superheroes. They tilled up the grass and hoed in rows like real farmers. No raised beds, no fancy “garden,” just row after row of vegetables. I have pictures of them hunched over rows of beans, while we kids are sitting in the shade in bathing suits doing nothing. Looking back now, I see that it was also one big adventurous experiment for my parents. Like most new gardeners, we had far too many zucchini. My dad would send us round the neighborhood to pawn them off on other families. I was so embarrassed once when I was refused. Tomatoes came in excess, sunflowers got eaten by birds (and their seeds did not taste like sunflower seeds from the store, so we snubbed them), and snap peas were my favorite.
 
My brother, sister, and I had weekly chores that, like most children, we dreaded. Unlike most of our friends with standard-issue duties, our burgeoning homestead kept us busy collecting eggs, milking the goats, tending to the other animals, and working in the vegetable garden out back. You can imagine the chore list, come weekends. Someone had to clean out the goat shed, someone had to turn the compost pile we kept in the chicken coop, and someone had to weed. I remember sitting on a small bench in the garden and ripping out weeds, leaving some roots behind, and feeling both guilty and utterly empowered. I smugly left small pieces of dandelion root, knowing they would come back again to taunt us. (Sorry, Dad!) Above all other chores, I hated working in the garden.
 
While I hated garden work as a kid, I clearly found my calling as an adult. These days, I can be found in a garden any given day of the week, and I am continually drawing on my youth as a reference point. I wouldn’t trade the way my parents raised me for the world.
 
I’ve been growing food in containers off my balcony for over ten years since the first edition of this book was published, and I’ve adjusted what I spend my time and effort cultivating. Today, I grow a collection of herbs—these are usually perennial plants that flower in midsummer, so they’re both beautiful and delicious. While I used to steer clear of tomatoes (too much work!), I can appreciate the appeal of having a handful of those sweet red fruits to eat each summer, and this new version of the book has loads of information on how to grow healthy tomato plants.
 
Along with tomatoes, I’ve expanded my list of things to grow in containers and included some crowd favorites like basil, potatoes, and berries of all kinds. You’ll also find more recipes to enjoy your harvest, as well as some easy windowsill and countertop projects. I absolutely adore sprouting seeds and think it’s such an easy way to grow food at home even if you don’t have access to outdoor space. I’ll be making loads of sprouts this year. That said, I do have a shared rooftop garden with tall container beds that receive full sun all year long. I’m looking forward to discovering what I’ll cook up next.

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