What's the fun in gardening if I can't enjoy the fruits of my labor? Flowers are pretty to look at but I'm more interested in eating the effort. Since I don't have a balcony or a back yard in which I can grill delicious beef ribs, I broiled some of my mother's excellent galbi and used the perilla, mint, and lettuce from the tiny plot to eat ssam. That's ssam as in farm, not ssam as in ham.
Ironic then, that today came about trying to be free from these people:
Meat still sizzling:
Mint just picked, piled high above baby lettuce:
Basil bounty, washed and just before being turned into pesto:
Excess mint means Moroccan mint tea. Refreshing.
Ironic then, that today came about trying to be free from these people:
Meat still sizzling:
Mint just picked, piled high above baby lettuce:
Basil bounty, washed and just before being turned into pesto:
Excess mint means Moroccan mint tea. Refreshing.
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