**Well, my goodness, thank you!!! It appears that I have no fewer than one hundred and fifty ways to try to love rutabaga now, thanks to you all. I will keep you posted! I'm excited to get started!
Yesterday morning I found myself with the three littlest ones hovering around me in the kitchen, eager for something to fill their bellies with. Obviously a frequent occurrence (though usually Papa is on breakfast duty), but this time it was me feeling uninspired by the oatmeal, yogurt, eggs, and granola options. Plus - the sunshine was calling and I was ready to get out there and in it, and I thought they were too.
"Breakfast Bar!" I called. And filled up a glass of milk for each of them, handed them a basket each (and a hard boiled egg), and sent them out the door. "To the berries!" I told them, once outside. And that's just where we went, together. We are in that blissful period of time right now where blueberries, raspberries and blackberries are all producing. And with all of them right in the same corner of the orchard (though I hear this was a bad idea in planting terms, but so far we're doing okay), we set to work. Eating, eating, and eating some more. Right from the bushes, skipping the baskets, for the most part. And the most beautiful thing of all? When bickering began (early morning grouchies), the three of them each got their own berry from the trio of offerings, until I called 'rotate!' which then of course became just the perfect game full of giggles.
I like it. Berry Breakfast Bar: belly on up and eat your fill. I may be onto something here.
