There is sweet reward in all that hard work.
Today I made soup. My daughter and I headed off to the North Union Farmer's Market this morning and bought fresh Ohio-grown ramps and potatoes.
I brought them home and searched the internet for the perfect recipe.
I found an old Irish potato soup recipe and adapted it just a tad.
Used the potatoes and ramps from the market, then went outside to my herb garden and cut a handful of chives to go with it.
After an hour of simmering on the stove, I lifted the pot lid and was met with the most wonderful aroma.
Only thing better was when I spooned a bite into my mouth and tasted the warm comfort.
Some like to garden because it's therapeutic. Others like to garden for the exercise. Me? I like to garden because I like to eat. And nothing tastes better than something you've grown in your own garden.