Selfie With Fava Bean
Mama says HURRAH, time for planting, and of course she is just imagining the lovely tomato sauces and the fava beans with pecorino and the wonderful striped courgettes (zucchine-which, by the way, has an ‘e’, not an ‘i’ on the end) and maybe even a couple of squash flowers to stuff with mozzarella and an anchovy–num num.
This is mama’s spring garb because the sun is not our friend any longer, sad to say. It brings out all sorts of things that are the result of sunburns in her youth, whatever that is, and so she and papa have to cover up when they sun-worship. But oh, how she misses lying on the beach in full sun without a care in the world for future hassles! Mama says young people are more aware nowadays, but I wonder. Our beaches here are full of sun-bathers and a lot of them stay until they turn into lobsters. I don’t understand that one either, they look like normal anthros to me, just red. But then, I’ve never seen a lobster. Must be a reason, haha.
So the little tomatoes are pushing up
and the basil is started
and our sweet neighbour just gave these to mama and papa for lunch
brought up in a bucket with mama’s pulley, four eggs from yesterday…so THAT’S what those silly chickies were doing when they made all that racket!
And we now have a BIG lavender plant that grew from it’s mama, who died after a few years, and this one has a sister, too, at the other end of the fava beans.
Our pulley system…
And most important, or rather, sort of important, is the mentuccia, a very strong mint used in artichoke recipes and you know what a nut mama is over artichokes!
I mistook it for MY “mint”…read: NIP. But when mama asked, “Are you feeling anything yet, Loulou,” I had to say no. What did she mean anyway?
Now THIS, I feel.