I so looked forward to the day that those little seeds would sprout. Tender greens bolt into hot bits of cellulose here usually around the end of June. For years past, I have tried in vain to find something to substitute for those little bites for July-September. Malabar spinach, amaranth, chopped cabbage, some more stalwart Asian mustards…blah! So this year I gave in and went without.
Like awaiting that first tomato, the return of the Salad is something to be savored, to be…celebrated. So we did, last night. Bread, soup and…salad.
And the best part? The kid kept asking for more.