I was feeling like a good little gardener, or watcher of gardens when Khary and the girls tended to the seeds. We made it through a frost and I was just noticing the fruit of our labor and the wildness of our arugula. I was planning to trim and taste, add a little to some pasta, and watch it grow some more.
One day it was 60 degrees, and the next 85. Our flowers scorched and the arugula shriveled.
In other arugula news, we are just a week shy of the completion of Vegetarian 2011 (otherwise known as Lent). Last week was a lazy one, with a lot of prepackaged Morningstar meals, but we have expanded on our repertoire of recipes. My biggest craving has been fried chicken--something that won't go away even after two decadent desserts (yes, I may have had two desserts on more than one occasion). But now, when I get back to the land of meat and fish, I think I might include vegetable pancakes alongside the chicken and mashed potatoes. Or shrimp with my arugula pasta.
But when I eat bacon, I'm just going to eat bacon. And lots of it.