This doesn’t look like a horn of plenty, but it is. I went out to the Tuesday morning farm market. Still no baby eggplants, but Mr. Hambley and I spoke seriously about his putting a couple back for me, in case Miss Greedy Little Pig tried to snatch them all up. Now I’m obligated to buy eggplants, whether I want them or not, since I’ve made such a point of it. But I do want them, so that should be all right.

We’re sharing this stuff with Mom, so it will all be eaten. Kale, tomatoes, broccoli, burpless cucumbers and yellow squash. I always cut the neck off the squash and put in in a stir fry or on a veggie pizza, then slice the body long-ways, dredge it in flour, and fry it. I’m going to try making kale chips with some of the kale. They sound delicious. Shut up–they do, too.

This is one of those mornings I wish I could record how our place smells and share it with you. The air is deleriously sweet. I think it’s the hosta blooms. It isn’t Joe the dog, that’s for sure, but something smells divine.

Wish you were here!

I’m posting at Fatal Foodies today on the subject of Egg Fu Leftover. Hope you’ll hop over and join me there.

WRITING PROMPT: What’s your main character’s favorite snack? Does he or she ever try a new one? If so, what? If not, why not?

MA