One of the perks of working on a farm is being able to take home extras - plants, eggs, harvested produce. I never really have the words to describe the feeling of rightness when I am growing, tending, and cooking things. This year, in our house's garden, I planted seeds saved from one of last year's sunflowers. They all came up - of course they all came up. Still! Joy.
My job on the farm is in the greenhouse - seeding flats and potting up seedlings, and, now that the flowers have begun to bloom, to harvest and arrange the flowers for the farm's CSA customers and for market. In recent weeks, as I am seeding, I can see and hear the rest of the farm harvesting, washing, packing. Two weeks ago I walked by one of the fields and stood there grinning like an idiot over a row of marigold with a few early blooms. Thursday was a garlic harvest, with two trailers' full of garlic bulbs hauled into the barn and strung up in fives by the high school boys who are helping this summer. The barn smelled delicious, and everyone seemed especially excited. On Friday I went home with a bag of herbs, a few chicken eggs, raspberries, and a few stragglers from the flower bunches we made up for Saturday's market. This morning, I made an omelet.
I used three eggs, a tablespoon of chopped herbs - dill, cilantro, parsley, chives - and a glug of almond milk. Oh, and a pinch of parmesan cheese - just a pinch!