There is a pleasing satisfaction to eating what you have grown. While driving here and there around town I listened to Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. Memories of my parents amazing garden coupled with ideas from the book made me wish for plot of land to grow anything and everything in--as well as the strength, courage, and energy to do so. I realized my limitations though---so we started small. Last spring we planted tomatoes, cucumbers, basil and flowers. Remember this post? 2 of the 3 grew (I think we'll skip the cucumbers next year and try something else). 1 of the 3 were continually eaten by bugs? rats? we're still figuring out who the devil is.....but we came to the rescue to save most of the deliciousness of the 15 or so tomatoes harvested thus far. A few more are still growing. I check on them everyday. As you can see, they aren't perfect---but who needs perfect? We have basil coming out our ears. Live near by? Come and get some. The flowers, although past their prime now, have been a joy to me daily as I look out my kitchen window. They've brought visitors too: bees, humming birds, & creepy crawly bugs, but mostly, they've brought delight.
Last night we celebrated our harvest by eating home made salsa--using 9 of our tomatoes. We also enjoyed Black Bean Taco Salad with Lime Vinaigrette, again using our tomatoes. It was good. Actually, it was much better than good. It was pleasing, satisfying, & deliciousness all at the same time.
Last night we celebrated our harvest by eating home made salsa--using 9 of our tomatoes. We also enjoyed Black Bean Taco Salad with Lime Vinaigrette, again using our tomatoes. It was good. Actually, it was much better than good. It was pleasing, satisfying, & deliciousness all at the same time.
