|A little smooch of basil-love from the garden - Photo by Wasabi Prime|
|Goods from our garden and gardens nearby - Photos by Wasabi Prime|
We should feel fortunate to be armed with the knowledgeable benefits behind a fresh diet. It's what's going to stave off the forces of time and delay that inevitable intestinal reckoning for all those chicken nuggets and Twinkies that line the inner walls of our small intestine nether-regions like a processed food geode. I should know, for the entirety of my college years I lived off packaged foods and the drug-like high that comes from concentrated amounts of sugar and salt. But I also grew up with a mom who cooked meals nearly every night. My bad choices came about like anything else, a little taste of freedom turns into one long Leaving Las Vegas Oreo cookie binge. The Dark Side beckoned, I did my Darth Vader time, terrorizing vending machines for meals that came out of snack-sized bags, but I went into the light like Carol Ann and came out like Tim Robbins in Shawshank Redemption, standing in a rainstorm with a handful of carrots and a bundle of kale. We have to hit rock-bottom and rattle through a lot of movie references before we find a way to pick ourselves up and pry that Snickers bar out of our ninja death-grip.
|Figuring out a plan of action for produce - Photos by Wasabi Prime|
|When in doubt, pickle it! - Photos by Wasabi Prime|