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Edamame Salad — The First Harvest, Earned

The garden is growing. The tomatoes have established themselves, the peas are climbing, the dill is everywhere. I spend mornings in the garden now — a luxury I didn't have when I was working — and the mornings are long and the soil is warm and the work is physical and satisfying in a way that caregiving sometimes isn't, because the garden responds to effort in predictable ways and the disease does not. Paul watches from the porch. He can't garden anymore — his hands can't grip a trowel, can't pull weeds, can't do the small motor work that gardening requires. He sits in his chair on the porch and reads and looks up when I stand and stretch and says, "How are the tomatoes?" and I say, "Determined," and he smiles. The right arm is weaker. He noticed it this week — the toothbrush was harder to hold, the razor was harder to manage. I shaved him on Saturday. He sat at the bathroom sink and I stood behind him with the razor and I shaved his face the way I've seen barbers do it, carefully, following the grain, and his skin was warm and his jaw was familiar — I've been looking at that jaw for thirty-two years, I know every angle, every line — and the shaving was intimate and strange and necessary. He said, "Thank you." I said, "You're welcome." Simple. Two people. A razor. A bathroom. Saturday morning. Anna called with news: Sophie finished her sophomore year. She's top of her nursing class. "She's you, Mom," Anna said. "She's quiet and she's steady and she's the one the patients trust." I said, "She's better than me. She's starting with more." Anna said, "She's starting with you. That's everything." I made a summer dinner: grilled chicken with a garden salad — the first lettuce, the first radishes, the first dill, all from the beds I planted in April. The salad was green and fresh and it tasted like something I'd earned through months of winter and waiting. Paul ate it one-handed — a fork in his right hand, the plate stabilized on the adaptive cutting board. He managed. We manage. Managing is the verb of this year. Sven is eleven and a half. He's slower. His hips are stiff in the mornings. He lies in the garden while I work and he doesn't chase squirrels anymore — he watches them with a philosophical tolerance that comes with age. Two males in this house with aging bodies. Two males who need more from me each day. I am the strong one. I am the hands. I am the legs. I am the nurse and the wife and the gardener and the hands that button and shave and cut and plant. I am tired. But the garden is growing.

That first garden salad of the season — the one I served alongside the grilled chicken that evening — felt like something I’d been working toward since the cold weeks in February when I ordered seeds at the kitchen table. I pulled the dill and the radishes myself that afternoon, and tossing them into something bright and simple felt exactly right: not complicated, not showy, just honest food from honest work. This edamame salad is what I make when I want the garden to speak for itself — a little lemon, a little crunch, and the particular green freshness that only comes from ingredients you grew yourself.

Edamame Salad

Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 5 minutes | Total Time: 15 minutes | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 2 cups shelled edamame, fresh or frozen
  • 1 cup thinly sliced radishes
  • 1 cup cucumber, diced small
  • 1/2 cup red bell pepper, diced
  • 1/4 cup red onion, finely diced
  • 3 tablespoons fresh dill, roughly chopped
  • 2 tablespoons fresh flat-leaf parsley, chopped
  • 3 tablespoons olive oil
  • 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
  • 1 teaspoon lemon zest
  • 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1 teaspoon honey or maple syrup (optional)

Instructions

  1. Cook the edamame. If using frozen edamame, bring a small pot of salted water to a boil and cook for 3 to 5 minutes until just tender. Drain and rinse under cold water to stop cooking. If using fresh-shelled edamame, cook the same way. Pat dry.
  2. Prep the vegetables. While the edamame cools, slice the radishes thin, dice the cucumber and red bell pepper into roughly equal small pieces, and finely dice the red onion. Roughly chop the fresh dill and parsley.
  3. Make the dressing. In a small bowl, whisk together the olive oil, lemon juice, lemon zest, salt, black pepper, and honey or maple syrup if using. Taste and adjust — it should be bright and a little sharp.
  4. Combine. In a large bowl, combine the edamame, radishes, cucumber, red bell pepper, red onion, dill, and parsley. Pour the dressing over the top and toss gently until everything is evenly coated.
  5. Rest and serve. Let the salad sit for 5 minutes before serving so the vegetables absorb the dressing. Serve at room temperature or slightly chilled alongside grilled chicken or your main dish of choice.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 195 | Protein: 9g | Fat: 12g | Carbs: 13g | Fiber: 5g | Sodium: 290mg

Linda Johansson
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Linda Johansson
Week 115 of Linda’s 30-year story · Duluth, Minnesota
Linda is a sixty-three-year-old retired nurse from Duluth, Minnesota, living alone in the house where she raised her children and said goodbye to her husband. She lost Paul to ALS in 2020 after two years of watching the kindest man she'd ever known lose everything but his dignity. She cooks Scandinavian comfort food and Minnesota hotdish and the pot roast Paul loved, and she sets two places at the table out of habit because it makes her feel less alone. Every recipe she writes is a person she's loved.

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