Feasting

My new goal is to eat something, anything, from the garden every single day.

Tonight (Tuesday) we had radishes.  Crunchy, a bit spicy, and delicious.  Of course they're delicious.  We've watched them grow from seeds, seedlings, into plump red roots.  It may have take a bit longer that the package said it would, but it's still been magical.  The magic of biology.

On Sunday, we had kale, chard and bok choy, sauteed with garlic and shallot (sadly not from the garden; the garlic I planted hasn't really taken off).  Oh, and we had some chives in scrambled eggs with some nice sharp cheddar.  The chives are actually from last year.  They overwintered, untended, in a dilapidated pot.  They're still in that pot, and as happy as can be.  Thriving even.

I'm afraid we didn't eat anything from the garden on Monday, but I know that K&K had a nice salad with lettuce and radishes.  They also had some radishes for brunch with visiting family on Sunday.  K. has actual farmers in her family.  She was worried that her corn rows aren't straight enough to pass muster.  I hope they were impressed with our radishes.

Tomorrow I hope to have a salad with lettuces and nasturtiums from the garden.  And radishes, of course.