We’re having company over for dinner. Which means spaghetti (keeping it simple), and a huge salad in the style of a certain Italian chain restaurant. The chickweed is long dead, thanks to the Arctic chill that has enveloped our area for the past two weeks. Plus who feeds yard weeds to company? What will people think? Additionally, my “lettuce bowl” attempt for indoor leafy harvests utterly failed too, so I am reduced to buying… yes, you guessed it… bagged lettuce. The horror! The shame! (I grabbed two.)
… I hang my head in shame as I slice the tomatoes.