Driving around yesterday, Larry was moved to comment by a vanity license plate on the car in front of us (which happened to be a Cadillac). “A vanity plate is the ultimate low-class affectation. I’m sure there are no brown, four-year old Plymouths driving around with vanity plates.”
In the garden, the favas are burgeoning. They’re a pleasure to pick, shell, peel, and eat, though a bit of work. They have a wonderful nutty texture and a lovely green taste. They are great sautéed with a little garlic, or added to a salad or stir fry.