Made a big pot of Celery stew with most of the vegetables from my little balcony garden.
Except the small can of spinach and the meat, the rest are all from the balcony and hydroponic garden. It's lovely to have to cut fresh vegetables and my hands smell like my mothers when I was little.
It's a lovely feeling going back 50 years to the days I was helping my mother cut vegetables when we came back from her monthly shopping.
I really love celery stew, something my mother really hated, because it reminded her of my time in Evin prison where I learned to eat what ever they put on the plate, unlike home, being picky eater wasn't an option.
Just cooking some rice to have a big dinner soon.
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