cilantro

I don't like being cold and wet.  I'm pretty clear about that.  There is one time, however, when I actually go out of my way to lose all feeling in my hands and soak myself to the bone - harvesting in the rain. 

There's nothing quite like the smell of wet soil and ozone mixing together as you tromp through the mud.  Sticking your hands into an overgrowth of leaves to pick plump peas is somehow more satisfying than when all is dry.  Seeing leaves weighed down with rain, they emit a dark green that only comes to ...