Ladies and Gentleman: playing the role of Mardi in this evening’s performance of Eat, live, travel, write is K a b l o o e y. Should any among you want a refund, kindly… hey, HEY! Stop pushing and move in an orderly fashion to the box office window, and…Sir! That kind of behavior won’t…OW!!!!
Just joshing; I’m sure we’ll be fine until Mardi returns, but if you feel withdrawal symptoms, just click here to see a picture of Neil’s crispy bacon.
I started a garden this year, after three years of procrastination.
I have a four year old daughter, and gardening was something I thought I should do to: a) lead by example, and b) have a healthy, fun project we could do together because I’m losing patience with The Wonder Pets. (For the love of God, why do they stop and sing songs, tell jokes or try on costumes when the baby seal is drifting off on an ice floe?)
Unfortunately, Moochie wasn’t terribly enthused about our new project. Short of mandating that we grew carrots and strawberries, she really wasn’t much help at all.
Gardener friends told me, “Just wait until you start planting; then she’ll be interested.” Um… nope. Didn’t happen.
Then the friends said, “Just wait until things start growing; then she’ll get into it.” Wrong again.
Then the gardener friends said something else, but I didn’t listen. Not true; I listened. They said, “Just wait until she can taste what you grow….”
So far, we’ve grown and tasted: red and green leaf lettuce, arugula, basil, chives, thyme, oregano, broccoli rabe, zucchini, kirby cucumber, strawberries, snap peas, pole beans and cherry tomatoes. (We have bell and jalapeno peppers as well as carrots and 5 more types of tomatoes to sample.) And after all of this effort, and many hundreds of dollars, did my reluctant gardener come around?
Yes. (What, you thought this was going to end bad? Would I do that to Mardi?)
It turns out she’s our child all right, because it was the eating that did the trick. After tasting tomatoes dozens of times since she started gumming real food, and never liking them raw, she tasted 1/4 of the first ripe cherry tomato in the garden. Her eyes lit up, she stood beaming and announced “I like this one!” She ate everything we grew, and started calling us “farmers”.
Pictured below, is our salad, from harvest to clean plate. (We added a black plum for sweetness, since the strawberries, tomato, pole beans and snap peas never made it to the table. All were delicious.)
(Editor’s note – Can’t wait for that installment next summer!!! You should all head over to check out K A B L O O E Y Quest – it’s a lot of fun!)