{"id":4679,"date":"2013-06-11T05:11:31","date_gmt":"2013-06-11T12:11:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/?p=4679"},"modified":"2013-06-11T00:44:35","modified_gmt":"2013-06-11T07:44:35","slug":"fresh-salad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/?p=4679","title":{"rendered":"Fresh Salad"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad1.jpg\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-4680\" title=\"fresh-salad1\" src=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"533\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad1.jpg 800w, https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad1-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>These days the topic of gardening keeps coming up, and I keep having to reveal that I have a horribly black thumb. I have repeatedly decimated succulents and philodendrons &#8212; plants supposedly un-killable &#8212; and even cut flowers seem to immediately wilt at my touch.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad2.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-4681\" title=\"fresh-salad2\" src=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"533\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad2.jpg 800w, https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad2-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>My neighbor B, however, is blessed with the gardening gene and under his gentle hands, flora explode in lushness and ripeness. So when he knocked on my door asking if I&#8217;d like some of his lettuce, I swiftly took me and my black thumb to our little community garden to gather up some beautiful leaves (our section is sad and dilapidated as you&#8217;ll see).<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad4.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-4683\" title=\"fresh-salad4\" src=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad4.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"533\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad4.jpg 800w, https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad4-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We live in a rather unique situation which I&#8217;ll tell you about one day, but it&#8217;s a long story so suffice it to say that we live in a mid-century townhouse (of which there are four in a row) and share a gigantic front yard, backyard and community garden with three other families and they are the best neighbors. We jokingly call it the &#8220;compound&#8221; and even have a Google email group by the same name as cookouts and gatherings are frequent. I love that all the kids in the families are close in age and are, in fact, like siblings. Just this past weekend, neighbor V built water bottle launch rockets with the kids in the backyard, and I listened to their squeals of joy as I sewed (and sewed and sewed&#8230;lately I think this is all I do. I don&#8217;t get sick of it &#8211; such a strange and exhilarating thing).<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad5.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-4684\" title=\"fresh-salad5\" src=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad5.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"533\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad5.jpg 800w, https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad5-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 16px;\">With the amazingly fresh lettuce from the garden, I made a salad with white nectarines, blueberries, cucumber and avocado. It was delicious and evoked the tastes of summer. Above is<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u00a0a shot of B&#8217;s side of the garden &#8211; so full of life and edible plants.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad6.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-4685\" title=\"fresh-salad6\" src=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad6.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"533\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad6.jpg 800w, https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad6-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And here&#8217;s our side, full of weeds and tarps from winter. Don&#8217;t judge&#8230;it&#8217;s not too late to start gardening, right? Maybe there&#8217;s hope for me yet.<\/p>\n<p>Do you garden? What&#8217;s your plantable of choice? I can&#8217;t leave you with that sad image, so here&#8217;s another shot of our yummy salad:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad3.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-4682\" title=\"fresh-salad3\" src=\"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad3.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"533\" srcset=\"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad3.jpg 800w, https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/fresh-salad3-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>These days the topic of gardening keeps coming up, and I keep having to reveal that I have a horribly black thumb. I have repeatedly decimated succulents and philodendrons &#8212; plants supposedly un-killable &#8212; and even cut flowers seem to immediately wilt at my touch. My neighbor B, however, is blessed with the gardening gene and under his gentle hands, flora explode in lushness and ripeness. So when he knocked on my door asking if I&#8217;d like some of his lettuce, I swiftly took me and my black thumb to our little community garden to gather up some beautiful leaves (our section is sad and dilapidated as you&#8217;ll see). We live in a rather unique situation which I&#8217;ll tell you about one day, but it&#8217;s a long story so suffice it to say that we live in a mid-century townhouse (of which there are four in a row) and share a gigantic front yard, backyard and community garden with three other families and they are the best neighbors. We jokingly call it the &#8220;compound&#8221; and even have a Google email group by the same name as cookouts and gatherings are frequent. I love that all the kids in the families are close in age and are, in fact, like siblings. Just this past weekend, neighbor V built water bottle launch rockets with the kids in the backyard, and I listened to their squeals of joy as I sewed (and sewed and sewed&#8230;lately I think this is all I do. I don&#8217;t get sick of it &#8211; such a strange and exhilarating thing). With the amazingly fresh lettuce from the garden, I made a salad with white nectarines, blueberries, cucumber and avocado. It was delicious and evoked the tastes of summer. Above is\u00a0a shot of B&#8217;s side of the garden &#8211; so full of life and edible plants.\u00a0 And here&#8217;s our side, full of weeds and tarps from winter. Don&#8217;t judge&#8230;it&#8217;s not too late to start gardening, right? Maybe there&#8217;s hope for me yet. Do you garden? What&#8217;s your plantable of choice? I can&#8217;t leave you with that sad image, so here&#8217;s another shot of our yummy salad: &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-4679","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-cooking","7":"entry","8":"has-post-thumbnail"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4679","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4679"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4679\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4698,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4679\/revisions\/4698"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4679"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4679"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4679"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}