Thursday, April 17, 2014
I haven't grown much in 33 years.
I mean, I've grown (taller, louder and more comfortable with a sauce pan). But my experience nurturing a plant from seed to sprawling success is shamefully limited. More bluntly: I can kill a plant in the span of a week. Two, tops. It's a dark truth I've had to live with...and many a houseplant has died from.
But somewhere between learning not to splash hot oil on my forearms and preparing a plate of risotto that nearly made me weep with joy, I realized that I didn't just wanted to learn how to cook food, I wanted to learn how to grow it, too.