I decided to try growing some of my own food this summer. I live in a small apartment in Stockholm and was inspired on a trip to Glastonbury Tor, where I bought

I decided to try growing some of my own food this summer. I live in a small apartment in Stockholm and was inspired on a trip to Glastonbury Tor, where I bought some heritage seeds. It was much too late in the season to plant this stuff when I got back, but I was too impatient and sprouted some peas, tomatoes, and a single lettuce leaf seed. They are now in big pots, the peas on my small balcony and the rest inside since it's just too cold now. I have a bunch of pea pods maturing, and I harvested my first lettuce leaf last week (just the one leaf, it was delicious, the rest of the plant is still maturing). I doubt the tomatoes will come to anything this season, but they're still alive, now in big pots near the window. As someone who at least used to be a bit of a fitness junkie (and still am in some respects), the joy of seeing your little sprouted peas grow huge and start flowering is (for me) on a completely different plane of joy than that of finishing some obstacle course race. Both are really great, but I've never felt as happy getting a deadlift PR as I did when I ate my very first home-grown lettuce leaf.