My sons grew up believing that dragonflies would stitch their ears closed, courtesy of a fourth grade teacher they were all fortunate to wind up having. It took a while before they would uncover their ears when one would fly by.
There are few tasks when visiting family in Greece that I enjoy as much as going to the λαïκη (lye-ee-KEE), the farmer’s market. There you will find the ripest, most colorful produce, buckets of olives, slabs of feta, and the freshest seafood and meats. I drool walking past each display.
I have a few (okay, a fair amount, ummmm… maybe a lot) of kitchen gadgets. Some I use more often than others, but I really do use them all at some point in time.
I can’t imagine life without garlic, nor do I think I should have to. That would just be cruel. Thankfully, it’s easy to grow, so I don’t think I’ll have to worry!
If you drive along some parts of the central California coast, you are likely to see wide swaths of the landscape covered in artichoke plants. In fact, this is pretty much the only place in the U.S. where commercial artichokes are grown.
When I think of growing blueberries, I think of places like Oregon or Maine. You know, forests and cooler climates. Not 100+ F temperatures in California’s Central Valley zone 9. Yet, here they are!