Beans

This morning we harvested our first real batch of green beans. We chose to eat them with lunch, and I prepped them, filled a skillet with a little water and a little olive oil and a very little sea salt, heated them on medium for about two minutes, and prepared to enjoy the fruits of our labor. But "enjoy" is half the word I need - these beans were more than delicious or juicy or sweet or tasty. It is difficult to describe the energy they contained; how I felt eating them, fresh off the vine; the qualities of their flavor; how they crunched in my mouth. Lola and I just sat in the living room, muching beans as we read a book, variously moaning with pleasure each time we chewed a new one. They really were that good. This is not merely a psychological reaction to all that hard work and effort to save them from the deer. This is a goddamned revolution!

Next year, I plant twice as many.