
Tucked away in our front yard, behind the sprawling, floppy fava beans is a tidy row of lettuces. Walking in from work I thought "Why not?" and grabbed a couple heads of sweet, tender Boston Bibb. Our front yard salads are so delicious they don't need more than a wash and a light dressing. I tossed our precious home grown greens with white beans I cooked for a polenta dish that's still unmade, tangy sheep's milk cheese, balsamic vinegar and fresh oregano leaves.
James ate his salad first.

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