The Kitchen garden;
I, the best ever cook, with a degree in coleslaw making, my secret with a dash of this and a pinch of that, a drop or two of a sun kissed lemon, a few snips of the greenest chives, the best olive oil ever produced, triple virgin… knife in hand went up to the kitchen garden. There in all its cabbage glory, filled to the brim with chlorophyll. Leaves crisp, folded sweetly into each other holding tight, the last of the last; nearly a crime to cut it, stands, ready, waiting. No, not yet, tomorrow will be the day.
Tomorrow was to late, the last of the last was last, sunken in itself, shredded leaves, half eaten, its glory gone for ever not as supposed in the best ever coleslaw way, but roughly devoured by some other creature, without the blessings of garlic chives, sweet balsamic, and the touch of a spoonful of Dijonaise. Sigh…
soups...glorious soups, cooking is fun.
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