I realize that I will be taking a big risk here today but I just have to brag up my baby a bit. As his readers know well, Kilo plants a large garden each year and lovingly takes care of it. We have talked about how we are each so affected by the smell of freshly turned over soil. His spring is ruled by planting schedules and in between mowing grass he hoes and weeds and tenderly takes care of his plants.
This is Kilo. This is cool but the part that really touches my heart is that he doesn't just plant things he likes but plants to share with others. You see, my baby hates beets- with a passion, but he plants them because he has friends and family and me who love them. Not only does he grow them and then pull them up for sharing, he cooks and cans them. Beets smell nasty when they are cooking but he goes beyond and makes pickled beets for those he cares about. Of course, he teased that the kitchen yesterday smelled like day old douche. Now, I do not know what that smells like and don't really believe he actually knows either but... cooking beets and boiling vinegar do create one very smelly kitchen.
Tonight though the kitchen was smelling awesome. It was the first night for some of those home grown fried green maters. Am I lucky or what?