Our son and I could both eat our weights in blueberries. Last spring I added a blueberry bush to our Victory Garden, and last summer we got, maybe, eight blueberries. I didn’t even bring them inside to share; I just ate them right there in the rows. Guilt-free.

This summer, however, we’ve already pulled off about three dozen, and there’s as many still ripening. Maybe next summer we’ll have a whole pint that comes off at one time, that we can use to make blueberry muffins. Who knows!

Radical Rocket

Our arugula is coming to its end, so in a bid to spark one last surge of growth, we trimmed it back substantially. Over coffee and the morning newspaper, I picked the leaves from the stalks and fought the urge to eat them as I went along. As a result, we’ll eat like kings tonight.