by A.J. Coltrane
Previous post here.
I think I’m staying away from the word “harvest” for the same reason that I avoid the word “pizza” when making flatbreads — everybody has preconceived ideas as to what those words mean..
Anyhows, here’s yesterday’s colorful “harvest”.
The Tequila peppers got grilled and turned pale. Kind of a letdown. The tomatillos are going to become a green salsa really soon.
Bonus boy cat pic:
FlatbreadGarden 
Did the produce pass boy cats’ inspection?
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I’m going to guess he would have preferred something in that box smelled like chicken.
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