I walked by the snow pea vines after chasing a squirrel off the mulberry tree.
I still had the sweet taste of a perfectly ripe mulberry on my tongue when I realized.
There were snow peas large enough for picking.
So I picked half a dozen, plus a couple of leaves of mustard and chard.
That went into my fried rice for breakfast.
There is nothing like fresh veggies that were still on the plant half an hour earlier, while the sugar in them is still almost all sugar and hasn't had time to change into starch.
This is why I garden.
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