Yes, even MORE culinary adventures!

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I made a corn chowder yesterday. I pronounce it “chowda,” of course.

When I got up early to put it together, I thought “Why not garnish it with green onions from our yard?”

I was so proud of myself that I had to tell Elizabeth.

“I did a taste test and it’s yummy. And I garnished it with green onions from our front yard. We are living thanks to the sweat of our farmers’ brows!”

Pause.

“The onions are in the back yard, Jim.”

“Nope. I found a bunch out front next to the St. Francis statue.”

Pause.

“Jim, I think those might be daffodils.”

I did a taste test. Hmmm. Yuk. Whatever my garnish was, it wasn’t onions.

So, deciding against opening a restaurant called “The Daffodil Café,” I began carefully scraping off the garnish. It was replaced with green onions from the back yard.

My sense of Vegetable Recognition (I’m okay on cabbage and Brussels sprouts, but only because Mr. Ikeda and Mr. Shannon grew those next our our house on Huasna Road) is no better than my sense of direction. I have always maintained that I would’ve led Lewis and Clark to Paraguay.

I corrected my error. I replanted everything and apologized to both the daffodils and the onions.

It was, I will admit, pretty yummy, complemented by a killer sourdough bread baked by Jim Egan, our neighbor.