Green Thumb. Of a Sort.

Every time I look at a vegetable garden, my first impression is that I just can’t see why anyone would bother. Strange, I know, given the fact that I have a garden myself.

Stranger still, given that I know what can come out of a garden. Somehow, I just can’t shake the notion that there isn’t much there.

• Even if I can conjure up a cutting board like this in a matter of a couple of minutes out in the garden. And then a couple of days later I can do it again.
• Even if my mother–in-law (who, admittedly, has quite the garden) can come in with endless armloads of produce

It’s almost as if I have some sort of an inherent inability to accept that you can actually get a lot of produce out of a small garden. I’m actually at the point now where I just ignore my first impressions and I start picking. There always seems to be more than enough out there, even if I have to sample all kinds of things along the way.

And, my God, it tastes great.