On June 12th I happily and nervously sent off my Food Processor's License in the mail to the regulators in Olympia. As I penned my signature onto the most important form, I paused at the date - already inscribed "May 10th". May 10th was before I knew I was pregnant for the third time - and before I miscarried for the third time. May 10th-- long enough since the last pregnancy that I was starting to feel like myself again. I remember what that felt like so clearly. I was finally moving forward --with or without a baby. It's been a little over a month, such a short period of time, and so much has happened. I've digressed in some ways and grown in others. I desperately want to feel like myself again. Forcing progress, like submitting my license application, helps, but it's not completely genuine. Despite being a month later than I intended, it feels rushed. But sometimes you have to put the head down, and run-- run fast. Other times, putting your head between your knees is the more appropriate response.
I had the pleasure of a visit from my dear friend Adrienne this week and the title of this post is courtesy of her. We enjoyed several meals from vegetables and greens (and strawberries) grown just steps from the kitchen. How apropos that when Adrienne dipped her fork into the mixed green salad with arugula, spinach, mizuna, mache, baby carrots and a handful of fresh herbs, she exclaimed: "This really is the "house salad"" Touche. Here's a photo log of what's growing (and being harvested).