I’ve been a gardener all my life. I learned most of what I know from my mom. She always had a little plot, wherever we lived, even in the heart of the city. Tomatoes and squash in the summer, radishes and lettuce in the winter.
I will never forget the thrill I got when I pulled my first carrot from the ground. The knowledge that the teeny tiny seed I had planted weeks before somehow miraculously transformed into the stumpy, twisted orange-ish carrot that I now held in my hand lit me up. Never mind that it tasted like waxy dirt, I was hooked!
These days, I plan lots of meals and recipes around my garden’s bounty. (I’m currently trying to perfect my recipe for zucchini brownies – stay tuned…) I still can’t grow carrots to save my life, but tomatoes, beets, lettuce, squash, peas, beans, onions, strawberries – you name it, I can grow it. And it all tastes a heck of a lot better than that first carrot!