With a bok bok here and a bok bok there..

Here a bok, there a bok... Ok, you know what, why don't you go bok yourself? This is the first time the hero boyfriend will hear about my unhappiness with our bok choy. I know, it's not fair to blame my crankiness on the bok choy, it's not the vegetable's fault. Like most things, I am projecting. But, what the bok?!?! I sow, nurture, weed, water and even praise the leafy greens (yes, I proclaim their greatness out loud and tell them what a good job they're doing.) So you can imagine the crushing disappointment I felt after I harvested my very first crop and prepared it for dinner to have it all fit in one bowl. This was suppose to be a special moment for me, like a dance recital or spelling bee. No, I hadn't been practicing for months, but I had certainly been preparing for months and there was potential for interpretive dance. Mark this as my first official blog garden complaint.

I was going to do it right. I had the white porcelain bowl out, you know, so I could show off the rich greens in the bok choy and it seemed kind of high brow (something I imagined Gwyneth Paltrow would tell me to do. No, I don't think she would stop at telling me what to eat, I count on her to tell me what to eat it in, too.) And by the time I'm done typing this blog post an island nation will have been able to eat 7,000 acres of bok choy. I know, that statement makes no sense...Neither does growing bok choy. Here's my advice, buy it.

Ok, it's not all bad. It did make enough for dinner and two lunches the next day and it did taste like all kinds of healthy. Since I didn't get around to writing this blog before the hero boyfriend went to Home Depot I now have at least one other bok choy harvest coming my way. He picked up more bok choy seeds which I have already planted and have begun to sprout. The blog garden comes full circle in the pictures below, enjoy!

Bok Choy beginning to flower












Urban Farm Girl


Bikini: Mara Hoffman
Yoga Pants: Victoria's Secret
Flip-flops: Crew Cuts by J.Crew (yes, I wear kids clothing. You should see me at Target. Kid meet Candy Store.)

*Again, please read with irony




Bok Choy on its way to becoming dinner
























Clean and prepared, almost ready for dinner













Bok Choy all over again...




("Asian Vegetables" = Bok Choy)