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The Zingiber baby

self sprouting ginger root pieces

“It is adorable! It looks like an embryo!” I excitedly told my husband, who came over to look at what I had discovered in our kitchen veggie pantry cupboard. Barry peered in and said, “That’s kinda neat!”

I told Barry about the elderly Chinese lady I’d met in the supermarket. She and I had simultaneously reached into the bin of ginger root (Zingiber officinale) and our hands had touched. I’d apologized and she’d chuckled and said to me, “The one you have is not best. It is good to find one that looks like a person. It will serve you well.” She had paused, tilted her head and then continued to advise me. “You must also always buy organic. Now some places put chemicals on it to make it look good for a longer time. If it is not organic, it is not good for you.”

It was quite some time ago when I was so educated about ginger. I’ve tried to incorporate it as often as possible into my diet. That led me to also want to grow some in my own garden. Doing some research online I learned to grow ginger I would have to choose organic, preferably in the early spring. Earlier this year I’d purchased a sizeable piece of handsome ginger but there was no way to know if it was organic or treated.

Bringing the ginger root home I’d followed further instructions to soak the ginger overnight to leech out any potential chemicals or preservatives. With high hopes I’d cleared a little area in the garden near one of our sheds. To my dismay no life appeared. I had unfortunately purchased treated ginger.

This morning’s find of an embryonic-shaped sprouting piece of ginger root is loaded with promises. It is not spring but it is nice and warm inside the house. I’ll choose a fair sized pot and pick up some very healthy soil to plant this sprouting rhizome and watch this baby grow!

© Zora Zebic 2016

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Incredibly edible

garden veggies in floral bowl

“I’ve made lunch.” I called out to husband who had busied himself poking about in his tool shed. He didn’t answer me, not being rude but rather not hearing as he is going somewhat deaf like me. I went out on the patio to get in closer proximity to his hearing range and called out the same message.

He turned to me, hearing this time and said, “Fantastic! What are we having?”

“Everything incredibly edible!” I answered him.

He looked at me puzzled and I laughed then said, “I came out and picked away at the garden. We’re having a salad from my small harvest of lettuce, wild onions, green onions, tomatoes, red basil, green basil, rosemary and a bit of lavender!”

Barry smiled and said, “That sounds very original to me! I’ve never heard of putting lavender in a salad.”

“I sprinkled a few leaves on my last salad to try it. I used very little because it can be very strong tasting. It made my salad pop!” I said.

Barry put down a drill he had in his hand and said, “Well let’s go make my salad pop!”

Nothing surpasses a salad hand picked from the garden.

© Zora Zebic 2016