My dad always loved his vegetable patch. Every year, as soon as the weather turned, he’d be out in the garden, turning over the soil, planting, and waging war against slugs. Phone conversations would include detailed updates, and the kitchen counter would proudly display his harvest. So this recipe is dedicated to you, Dad; a dish to combine all the different things you grew. We would have wolfed it down together, smiling, and wondering what you might grow next year. Love you, Dad.
