Community Agriculture

Nick and Sadie and I haven't moved too far from our last place (we're on the same street even, just around the bend and several houses east), but the new apartment feels more cozy, homey, and relaxed. Now that we aren't presiding over the view from a third floor loft-like one bedroom, but are safely ensconced in a second floor Victorian, I feel, somehow, like we're more a part of the neighborhood.

Yesterday, while walking home from a neighborhood party we sort of crashed (after being invited by Nick's friend, David), we struck up a conversation with a woman working in her raised bed garden two blocks from here on Vesper Street. Turns out she had more kale and Swiss chard than she knew what to do with, so she gave us a big bunch of both. When we got home, Nick created a delicious pasta dish with the greens, some grape tomatoes we had in the fridge, and some sheep's milk pecorino cheese. Yum. I'm going to try to replicate the meal tonight, while he's out of town, but I don't suspect I'll have much luck. He's really the chef of this relationship.