I've harvested!

Wow, that was quick. It's only been a couple of weeks, but the lettuce in my drawer is busting out of its britches.

I was a bit concerned that I'd left it to fend for itself in the fickle Pacific Northwest "spring" a bit prematurely, but 50 degrees and drizzle seemed to be just what this greenery needed to grow like gangbusters.

So far I've made a couple of salads, trimming off the outer leaves with a scissors, like the internet told me to. But my favorite ruffage moment so far was when I made a tuna sandwich the other day, and a little light bulb went off in my head, and I just stepped outside, snipped off a crisp leaf and inserted it between my wheat. Perfect.

And as if this was exciting enough, my potatoes have sprouted! I took the photo a few days ago, and they've morphed substantially since then. It's taking all of my self-control to not poke around in there to try to locate tiny potato babies. Creepy? Sure. Whatever.