I let my daughter choose tonight’s OLS meal. She had to pick everything out of our garden as I haven’t been able to make it to the FM. (If you read my other blog you know my dad is dying of cancer and I am having a really tough time right now)
First off we had an exciting find — our first egg!! And the next day they layed three more. So we had enough eggs to incorporate into our meal.
So, my daughter “Bean” (as I like to call her) scavenged in the garden and found these monsters:
Along with some onions and cucumbers and the eggs scrambled into the dish we had a very satisfying meal:
Everything here is as local as they come: right out the back door. Scrambled eggs, potatoes and onions with fresh cukes on the side.
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what monster potatoes! I call my daughter “bean” as well. Lilabean.
so sorry to hear about your father. Sending you good thoughts from Ohio.
I love your daughter’s nickname–there’s a wonderful Anne Sexton poem called “Little Girl, My Stringbean, My Lovely Woman.”
Thanks! We call her Bean because she used to walk around as a toddler chanting to herself “a-beana, a-beana” — I have no idea what that means, but we started calling her ”
a-beana, and it got shortened to Bean and stuck. Kelly, it’s funny you call your daughter Lilabean — I call our Bean’s twin sister “Lula” so together they are Lulabean!