"I didn't think they would grow!" said Zinadine. He was amazed. Now, I'll admit, I'm one of those people who is inherently disbelieving about the everyday, mundane, time again proven and beautiful fact that things grow from seeds. Actual things. With roots and everything. So I revelled in his incredulity and joy of discovery.
He said they were yummy but didn't eat more than a small handful. Safiya thought they were...tolerable. Mr. S. missed out, and I like them. I like the taste and that really, they're an easy winter vegetable. So I think I'm going to give them more chances. And of course there are consequences to sprouting things. Now I have to find out what to do with all these sprouts, hopefully find different ones to try (in smaller quantities! wow those lentils made a lot of sprouts!), and in a related vein, I think we'll try starting some seeds for the garden this year. Maybe. At the very least I get to look at the Richters catalogue with something more than just longing this year...how lovely.