No, this isn’t our garden (I wish), but it’s my dad’s, so close enough. We also had a garden growing up, as well as a small greenhouse in the backyard of our old house, but I don’t really recall this much variety. My dad grows tomatoes, japanese eggplants, red and green leaf lettuce, cucumbers, peppers, squash, pumpkins, persimmons, and a bunch of Korean greens that nobody seems to know what the English equivalent is. He’s even successfully grown watermelons and cantaloupes. Summers in the burbs are the only time that Claudine will even consider eating a cucumber, which she gets to pluck herself. Being the self-proclaimed lettuce lover (remember the lettuce-themed birthday party she’s planned for next year?) Mia loves to eat lettuce wrapped with rice, meat and a little soybean paste, just like the grownups. This is usually the summer time meal in the evenings. After dinner, the girls sometime sit out in the porch with popsicles.
We come out to the burbs whenever we can because it’s really the only way we can get away from work. And completing the perfect trifecta in equipment and electronics fail this week, Mark’s iphone fell into the bathwater. We stuck it in a bag of rice because that’s what you’re supposed to do, apparently, to try to draw the moisture out, but the verdict is out still on whether or not it’s gone for good. I didn’t bring my phone charger with me so we were both iphone-less this weekend. It was fine, actually.