So, we planted most our garden out about four weeks ago, mostly under cover because of the cold nights (Included was lettuce, Arugula, radishes, carrots and bush beans.) The end of last week, we started leaving the containers un-covered because our veggies were doing pretty well on their own, anyhow. We have four 3'x3' containers, about 30 inches deep, filled with regular soil and rich, homemade compost from the kitchen waste. One of the things that is doing really well, is our Arugula, which we've started adding to our salads on Monday. Now, the Arugula is technically an herb, but it grows fast and strong, and in reality it's a weed. In our salads, it adds great flavor and with ours being mature enough to cut and eat, it's not all together weed-y or bolted, yet. It imparts a fresh, spicy flavor almost like a mild black pepper but has a buttery texture. We cut it fresh, wash and eat it immediately, otherwise it'll limp-out and get bruised.
So after all that, what's the part about the meaning of life? As I sit and eat my salad garnished with Arugula, I can't help but think: I'm not eatting my own salad, cucumbers or tomatoes yet. It's only the Arugula thus far. At this point, it's merely a weed that adds depth to the usual lettuce suspects; Part of that taste is knowing I'm growing my own and every bite, suprised with a spicy taste, I can't help but go back to thinking how sweet it actually tastes! It makes it all worth it, in my opinion.
I just wanted to share some thoughts on a simple weed!