This post is dedicated to Myuu. :p
So, today I was a total hick.
While cooking my morning breakfast, I decided that what would really make it taste good would be some lambs quarter, which is an edible weed that grows like crazy in our garden.* However, I hadn't picked any lately, thus I decided to go outside and get some.
So, I turned the stove down to low, went outside in my bare feet and pajama pants, picked a couple from the garden, went back inside, washed them, and added them to the pan. Part of me is amused at how redneck this seems, especially when I write it down, but the other part of me says the hell with it and enjoys the gorgeous feeling of going out in the sunshine and picking your own food.
Growing and picking your own food is a different experience than buying it. Some people say it's spiritually more satisfying, but I wouldn't go that far! It's just different, and not better or worse.
*I think I'm going to expound upon this later in a post entitled Elinica: 1/Weeds: 4
While cooking my morning breakfast, I decided that what would really make it taste good would be some lambs quarter, which is an edible weed that grows like crazy in our garden.* However, I hadn't picked any lately, thus I decided to go outside and get some.
So, I turned the stove down to low, went outside in my bare feet and pajama pants, picked a couple from the garden, went back inside, washed them, and added them to the pan. Part of me is amused at how redneck this seems, especially when I write it down, but the other part of me says the hell with it and enjoys the gorgeous feeling of going out in the sunshine and picking your own food.
Growing and picking your own food is a different experience than buying it. Some people say it's spiritually more satisfying, but I wouldn't go that far! It's just different, and not better or worse.
*I think I'm going to expound upon this later in a post entitled Elinica: 1/Weeds: 4