The garden is overflowing and needy today. Josh and I stopped just to ravish her and then left without even giving her a drop of water in return for her work.
Cleaned the screen on the haphazard irrigation system and then off to the restaurant to make pickles before the dinner rush starts.
In my semi-air conditioned kitchen I slice and slice and slice. My first professional piece of equiptment, my Shun Chef knife making slick work of the tedium. Half an hour into this case by case cucumber massacre I am hit by a longing to be back in the garden giving her back some of the love.
I suppose every gardener feels this way this time of year. I don't know a farmer or gardener yet that feels as if they have done everything they could do when August rolls around. There is always a forgotten corner or a broken drip line that ruined some pipe dream.
I wonder how many chefs feel this longing for the farm. I like to think that Im special for this but I also hope that I am not.
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