Lettuce from Malia's Garden

As much as I've been swept up in my generations green movement, nothing has moved me more than the simple act of eating a vegetable grown from someone's garden.

I think it's so cool that the green leaves are mottled with a deep burgundy color, giving the lettuce this almost untamed sense of feel. I can taste dirt on my tongue.

Malia made me a salad for lunch and like usual, I forgot it (she is always trying to pump me up with vegetables) I feel an intense sense of responsibility to commit to eating the lettuce and not letting it go bad in my fridge though.

Here lies an interesting new relationship with food. One that doesn't exist in super markets. Sure I'm talking about a tiny piece of lettuce, but what a waste to let something someone labored over go to waste.

This is the relationship I want to re-establish with the land. Thank you Malia!

(ps. She is a rad girl!)