Lots of sharing happens around For Garden's Sake. Whether it's laughter, tears, stories of family and sometimes the occasional frustrations like most workplaces, one thing stood out to me this past week as I was standing in front of the refrigerator. Sometimes you have to draw a line in the dirt. Preferably topsoil.
Amanda started a fairly overachieving garden this year at her home to make the rest of us feel bad about ourselves. (Insert eye roll here.) Then to top it off, she starts showing up with jars of homemade canned pickles. Some spicy, some regular, some sweet. I realized after several jars made their way into the hands of other employees, I never received a jar, so I made a special request and gave her a hard time about how someone goes about getting these special pickles.
A couple days later, and after a lot of nagging, she delivered the spicy pickles and they were delicious. I left them in the fridge to munch on IN MY TIME, not hers, as apparently she thinks I was supposed to eat them all in a day.
After a month or so, I went to the group kitchen to get a snack and found there were only about three pickles left. I immediately thought, "WHAT A JERK! Scott ate all the pickles!" I dramatically stood there complaining and turned around to find Dylan with this incredibly guilty expression and large smirk on his face.
He said, "I ate a few." What the heck?
I turned around and caught Viridian with her head down, smiling, but not looking at me. And I said, "You too? For real?" She burst out laughing.
AmberLeigh piped up from her desk yelling, "Marsha, I had one as well, and it was really good." She was laughing.
Angela pokes her head around the other corner sheepishly and admits she had some as well.
Seriously?! I told them they were all the worst pickle stealing employees EVER and could not be trusted any further. They thought it was absolutely hysterical and worth every bite at my expense. Squinty eyes.
Needless to say, I enjoyed AmberLeigh's guacamole and chips today (pictured), some hummus from the fridge I found unopened, apricots on the counter Monday, and I'm still waiting to steal something from Viridian's lunch. I'm telling you. NOTHING is safe in this office.
What is safe? Stopping by for plants and taking them home to your house to be cared for and loved under lock and key. As for here? If it isn't nailed down, "apparently" it's a free-for-all. Hope you're canning and freezing all your green you've grown this year. You must start sharing your harvest via @fgsdurham on Instagram and Facebook! I mean, feel free to share a jar with me as well, or everyone for that matter!
