It is hard to comprehend that we have been in our new abode less than two months. Driving my engagement with the new territory was my keenness to get (yet ) another vegetable garden going.
I am soil dependent in that regard.
First the belly then morality --Bertolt Brecht.
Gotta get into the dirt ASAP.
Nonetheless it has come as something of a surprize that in the space of less than 2 months maison Dave has sponsored a very productive vegetable patch "from the ground up".
I say that because I live on sand and the organic matter in way of constituting 'dirt' had to be pinched from elsewhere: horse manure, seaweed, grass cuttings, compost, sweat...
And voila: this is the result:
Salads plus.... in two months.
So that now, come the impulse, I rove the verdant outback, pinching off salad leaves so that I can create on impulse a tasty medley coated in drizzle.
Variety is all. I can layer a mix of 'weeds' and roll them in olive oil and vinegar or lemon juice or whatever so that I'm chomping my way through a local version of Mediterranean-ism while sucking on a red wine to sustain the ambiance.
Weeds can be so tasty and so texture different that you gotta take your hat off to the herbivores...and the Italians.
Mix and match. I have at my fingertips so many optional combinations that each day is a boutique Bon appetit experience.
But then as the days roll over and the Summer heat descends my belly and I must contend with the everyday penchant for so many salad vegetables to bolt and quickly run to seed. In the sub tropics that is our culinary curse.
