I’m at my aunt and uncle’s place on Bowen Island for a week, taking care of these bad babies.
They have all this food growing in their yard (that is, my aunt and uncle do). I’ve just been wandering around all day stuffing my face. The best are the plums, but even the lettuce tastes ridiculously good. I so hear you, flopsy bunnies. I so hear you.
These weren’t grown here, but apparently they’re some kind of weird, prickly cucumber.