Actually, no, I'm glad you weren't because Miss Greedy McGreedy Pants got to eat all of it herself.
Toast with bacon and a poached egg on top and that salad. I made enough salad for two people. After I finished my "serving" I said screw that and went and got the bowl with the other serving in it and ate every tiny leaf. I mean- when the opportunity to eat a salad of microgreens from your own damn garden arises, I say... eat all of it you can.
The chickens certainly agree with me.
That's what those bitches did in the garden while I was weeding.
Bless their little hearts.
My poor collards.
Oh well. They will grow. Can you see all the reseeded zinnias which have volunteered from the volunteers? I don't have the heart to pull them.
So- want buns of steel? Get on your knees and weed for four or five hours. I can barely move this morning. Of course, May and I WERE running a veritable restaurant all night long. Uh-huh. Don't ask me why but we were serving tons of meals to tons of people, cooking on an old cast-iron stove and I finally said, "Honey, if we're going to do this, we need to make a menu and stick to it," because people would ask for anything and we'd cook it. Lots of people wanted chicken tacos. A woman who used to be a friend of my mother's tried to help us and she made such a mess of it that we told her to go watch TV and just wait. To get out of our kitchen because that's not how we did things.
But I better pull out of it because the boys are coming at 12:30 and will be here until 7:30. I hear that Gibson has a persistent cough but is otherwise fine and cheerful. We shall see how cheerful I am when 7:30 rolls around. Tomorrow I may lay in bed all day.
In other important news, I did buy slippers the other day but I hate them and I'm going to take them back. I also bought a new ponytail palm and I love it and am not taking it back.
That's my porch happiness table. Getting a little crowded. Nice metaphor.