Munch Munch Munch.
Realization Of The Day:
I don't think Cary is going to starve anytime soon.
Yes, these photos were taken in my garden. Yes, I grew all of those gorgeous weeds in that raised bed she is standing in (that you can barely see for the weeds) myself. Yes, this is one of those times I desperately try to adopt the attitude of that famous gardener who grows gourmet produce for Chez Panisse (and whose name I still cannot recall—anyone?) which is to just let nature take over your garden, even if that means you can barely see the food when you stroll through it.
From Garden To Table:
Yellow, red, and white onions diced, sliced, and chopped into everything.
From Garden To Mouth:
The first few ripe raspberries!
Busted Bunny Trying To Blend
From Garden To Voracious Trespassers:
Too much of my bounty! Why won't they eat the weeds?
From Garden To Cary:
Whatever she wants.