black currants
Family, scenery, food, fun. Through the lush and rolling Flint Hills to the green, gold, and purple prairie, we headed to Chel’s childhood hometown, where her mom and grandpa live.
We toured the garden, lush from tons of rain, nibbled rich black currants, and dug up some of grandpa’s horseradish rootstock to plant in Illinois.
We had dinner at a local Vietnamese steak house where Chel’s brother Morgan worked in high school and spent the evening on grandpa’s porch, cleaning horseradish and talking about how spicy it is.
The next morning we headed to Kansas City with five dozen of grandpa’s pastel-hued araucana chicken eggs and a mess of fresh herbs for family.
It’s a little hot and humid, but it’s a beautiful time in this part of the Midwest. From the sound of it, folks back home in Chicago could use a little normalcy in the weather department, as they are being inundated with rain and pelted with hail.
UPDATE: We would miss a tornado that touched down the following day, just a mile and half from this garden.
