These mysterious young vegetation is of that which is taking the world by storm. I do feel bad to think that they are just young and innocent, however I have received a free patch of what appear to be basil sprouts just yesterday.
Upon receipt I asked to myself: Am I to simply eat them as if I were woodland fawn? Grazing in my own home? "Surely not", I muttered, aghast. And so I turn the inspection glass onto you, my friends, and pose to you a question now...Is anyone out there in TVland "In the Know", so to speak, in regard to this matter of consumption?
In the end, I sprinkled these atop a friendly Älplermagronen made with Chiocciole noodles and block of buttery farmer's Gouda, all served on a bitter mattress of assorted macrogreens. The thrill of the harvest just prior does, I think, add somewhat to an aire of freshness and of stolen life, plucked from the fullness of youth and deprived of any possible future.
To quote an old friend in closing; "It's a hell of a thing, killing a man. Take away all he's got and all he's ever gonna have."
RIP young microgreens, we hardly knew ye.
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