First harvest of Spring.
Technically, I harvested broccoli and brussels once before, but they were a winter crop.
These brussels are no bigger than a man's thumbnail, but if I waited any longer they'd get bitter and full of bugs. "Not good eats" as Alton Brown would say. The potatoes are Red Pontiacs and will boiled and then rolled in butter and dill. The berries are wild and will be enjoyed by only Pearl, as she is the one who braved the thorns and picked them.
I think a big crusty loaf of bread and maybe a small bit of beef on the grill will round out this going away dinner for my sister. She's headed back to Portland. She was here for my mom's death and is confident that her father is doing well. It's time to head back to the west coast for her. Via Con Dios, my dear Sister!