Got the japanese turnips and stewed them up with a big old handful of garlic scapes in olive oil, water, salt, and pepper, and used them on top of a pizza with mild Italian sausage from Bari and some judicious gratings of a nice Crotonese pecorino from The Cheese Stands Alone.
Cooked it on the grill, I'd always been a little skeptical of this, but my kitchen just heats up too fast to use the oven much in the summer. I am restricted to a little gas grill that doesn't get too hot on my back porch (not good for searing steaks), but I found that letting the dough rise a bit before it hit the grill and keeping the grill on low worked pretty well. A different pizza where the grill was turned up a bit when the pizza was flipped was not so successful, puffed up a whole lot and then got too charred before the dough was done on the inside.
I used the greens to cut some mustards from the garden, as Himself doesn't like straight mustards as much as I do.
My best find, however, were the English peas from Nichols. Every pod tight, with 5-6 peas, sweet, and pretty evenly sized (that is, no oversize ones, I don't mind the undersize ones).
I cooked them the way my Grandma used to, (I've probably shared this before, but it's so good I can't help myself) in milk with new potatoes (unfortunately not local, but pretty good anyway). The peas end up kind of soft in the time that it takes the potatoes to cook, but the whole thing is delicious.
I actually use more milk than Grandma used to, because I use more peas and because when you use more peas you can get more of the delicious milk as a cook's treat. And because we're a household of two instead of 6 (Grandma) or 8 (Ma) so I can afford to use more peas:-)
I cooked some of the peas French style with lettuce and tiny new onions, they were really good too, but don't have that same time-travel effect on me as Grandma's peas and potatoes.
I am always completely able to resist the sugar snaps and the snow peas, give me a good English pea any day. I sometimes wonder if it isn't that the "newer" vegetables have been bred to be, well, mainly, sweet. I have the same issues with corn, and often find I like it better after it's sat in the fridge for a day or two to let the sugars calm down a bit. If I had a big enough garden, I'd grow something like Country Gentleman.
I also like the Appalachian mountains better than what I jokingly call the Rockies to my (third generation) Coloradan husband: "those overgrown adolescent mountains."
Come to think of it, if I get to pick the beans for the vegetable garden, I always end up picking Kentucky Wonder. If you want to cook them crisp-tender, you can pick them small, but if you want slow-cooked beans, there's no way a lot of the newer varieties can hold up to it.