"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Before and after
Carrots from "my" farm on the other end of the Long Island. My 200th percentage anyway. The purple ones are fantastically sweet, the pallid ones less so. I glazed these with some Fort Green honey this evening: