I'm good with animals, and I'm not too shabby in the kitchen. But when it comes to gardening, I suck. I can kill plants with a simple glance. I'm pretty sure plants fear me because I love to eat them. That theory would explain why I'm so good with animals ...
Despite my black thumb, I try to grow herbs and random plants every spring. They typically die before summer's end, but I can't stand to fail at anything. So I keep trying. That's why I purchased a nasturtium plant at the Memphis Farmer's Market a few weeks ago. I was certain the plant would die before the edible flowers bloomed. But hey look! It bloomed!
If you've never eaten a nasturtium flower, they really don't have much of a taste. But they look so damn cute atop your salad. I had one of my flowers with a simple salad of local lettuce, kalamata olives, radishes, carrots, and bacon bits. The salad was dressed with olive oil and balsamic vinegar:
I enjoyed my floral salad with Pizza Toast!
That's a slice of French Meadow Hemp bread topped with marinara and Daiya Italian shreds. I baked the bread in the oven for about 10 minutes, until the Daiya melted. Yum!