By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses.
I'm a lot less nomadic these days.
These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
(Almost) 13 Ways of Looking at a Cauliflower
We planted, we grew, we harvested, we diced, we grilled, we consumed.
(Who'd have thought that something so pure could grow from the lead and ashes of the city?)
4 comments:
Congrats, farmer Prahl, on a very robust looking head of cauliflower! Beautiful.
wow!
that cauliflower IS as
big as your head!!
Uh oh. Is this is one of those cases of a person growing to look like her dog . . . but in this case resembling her harvest?
(Note to self: grow no cauliflower or broccoli next year: just sleek zucchini and tall, lithe asparagus).
(And Diana: thnaks for the kind words and have fun on your trip! New-and-'improved'(?) Sticky Rice when you get back).
hooray!
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