Seedlings! Sprouts! Miracles! We grew plants! Is it wrong to be surprised that this is working? My inner farmgirl is trying to play it cool, but I’m blowing up her spot with my unmasked amazement in nature.
|Tomatoes on the rise|
|Thyme for spring|
My enthusiasm was tempered by the fact that I was starving when I got home. I gathered all the possible ingredients for dinner from the fridge and pantry: day-away-from-wilting spring greens, half a cucumber, three lonely sprigs of basil, the last of the goat cheese, and five walnuts. Options were limited. And then I saw it, the deformed potato that had set up camp in our fridge and started to grow sprouts of its own.
It sounds hard to believe, but this sad, sack-dwelling reject pulled the rest of our lackluster leftovers together in a delightfully filling salad. Sweet basil, fresh cucumber, and tangy mustard vinaigrette get a lift from rich potato croutons. Chopped small and browned in oil with salt and pepper, these starchy bites made a would-be light and disappointing salad into a hearty main. Potatoes are the best. Remind me to buy another one and forget about it in case of emergencies.
We walked over to our garden after dinner to water the lettuce and pea seeds (no change from the above-ground perspective) and met another garden neighbor. He was super nice and helpful (it turns out we may have gone overboard with tomatoes for such a small plot); he even gave us two varieties of chives to take home for the windowsill.
Bottom line: Buy a potato. Or grow a garden. There are perks.