Since I started learning how to cook food, I began to love fresh food from the garden. But not as ecstatic as my wife. Now having lived in the suburbs and away from the city’s limited garden space, our greenthumb(ish) beings (sort of) kicked-in just a small off-kilter move to inject freshness back into our lives.

Now having our own backyard and a whole lot of space for fruit trees and a flower garden to match it with, my wifey had idyllic visions of growing our own crops having green leafy harvest and a limitless supply of red juicy deliciousness. My wifey loved to grow tomatoes, bell peppers, papaya and mangosteen. Continue reading