Why I Started Growing Things Instead of Buying Them
Three years ago, I spent $14 on a bunch of parsley at the grocery store and watched it turn to slime in my fridge five days later. That $14 bought a small seed packet, a clay pot, and a windowsill that had never seen anything green. Today, that windowsill is a basil factory. And I finally understand what my grandmother meant when she said: the best food you eat will come from somewhere you can walk to.
Kitchen of Pomegranates is my attempt to document what that looks like week by week — the failures as much as the harvests, the experiments that went sideways, the meals that wouldn't exist without a backyard. I write for the person who's never grown anything but has always wanted to start. No gatekeeping. No guilt. Just seeds, soil, and enough space to try.
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