Leaves I picked up at the dump, waiting to be dug into the tater bed:
My Dad's Dexter chef's knife that I'm pretty certain is older than me -- mom gave it to me, and the steel sharpened up amazingly. I think it's even sharper than my Wusthoff carving knife (and it's definitely stronger!):
Yesterday's dinner -- my taters, Abington Grown beets, and wild Alaskan salmon:
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