The Favorite Fava

Before anyone was up this morning, I put on put on my boots and walked in my nightclothes into the mud of the garden. I wanted to see the beans. It has only been five days since planting the seeds, and they have already shoved their way through the dirt in the pot–like some kind of eighth wonder. All of that green gusto of life from a Home Depot seed packet. I need to taste the fave the minute they make their way into the pod. My plan is to carry my dish of olive oil and my dish of salt right to the plant, pull a chair over, pick, peel, dip and eat.

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