Contraband Salad

Mouthful of nirvana...or heaven in a salad bowl depending on your choice of transcendent religious icon.  The accompanying photo represents the first home grown salad of the year from my green thumb goddess and her garden in the parking lot.  After a day of playing assistant and tour guide to the Our State magazine photographer, I come home to this.  The anticipation of the first salad of the season combined with the fact that I hadn't eaten all day, meant that those few moments I had to wait to inhale this melange of garden goodness was sheer lovely torture.  At least I had the sanity to take the photo before it disappeared.  Lyza's mouth was watering too although you may not be able to see it through her Estonian smile. 

 If you look closely you might make out a few leaf lettuces, sorrel, oregano, cilantro, parsley, chives, and some radishes along with some other toppings.  I know you're jealous.  Well, all I can say is get out and find a local farmer and join a CSA in your area, you might come close.  Just don't tell anyone in our CSA, they don't start getting delivery for at least another week.

As for the crazy events of the weekend, I bought a motorcycle.  

It's not too crazy if you take into account that I have retained my motorcycle endorsement for 15 years sans ride waiting for this moment.  It's a 2002 Kawasaki Concours, well used but in pretty good shape.  I had to leave it in the capable hands of my friend Seo in Greenville for the week but he is bringing it to me in Chapel Hill on Friday when we go to the Mogwai concert.  Pretty exciting at least from this end, more to follow.

Sorry about rubbing my kickass salad in your face, but it really was awesome.