The only thing that makes me feel closer to my mom than cooking is gardening. My mom was a master gardener and worked most of her middle age to older adult life in various garden centers and flower shops. Nothing made her happier than, as she would say, "digging in the dirt." For awhile, she even co-hosted a gardening segment on the local weekend news (WAVY TV 10) in Norfolk with the weatherperson at the time, Greg Padgett. What a hoot they were. But I digress...
The whole reason I brought up the gardening thing is that, while a green thumb has not come naturally to me (must be a recessive gene), it is a part of myself that I have cultivated in the several years and I have come to enjoy very much, particularly in the spring and fall. Hence, my mind has been distracted over the past couple of weeks with thoughts of pansies... really, is there a lovelier flower out there than the delicate, colorful, unassuming pansy? Not that I can think of. So, this past weekend, I visited my locally owned nursery and bought about a flat-full, along with some ornamental cabbage (6'' pot on sale for $1.89 - what a bargain!).
As a state employee, I have the day off, to commemorate the beginning of the slaughter of indigenous people in this part of North America. I will not spend the day honoring Christopher Columbus. I chose to spend the day doing some planting and cooking up a batch of Sweet Potato Black Bean Burritos. Aho.
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