It takes a village to make ravioli

Today I was up in Sicily-like Simi Valley, visiting Robin and Terry and Stella and Lola and Frodo. Relax, Frodo is a chao-corgi mix. Lola is a very stately older retriever mix and Stella is my doll: a bright, peppy young Blue Heeler. (Robin and Terry are Homo Sapiens.)

We dug around in the garden for a while looking for dinner. Since we decided on making Swiss chard ravioli, we had to dig up the makings of [caponata](http://omnivorousfish.com/node/66), so we had something to snack on.

But the boogie prize goes to the six and a half pounds of gorgeous favas that we thinned out of Robin’s winter cover crop. A close second are the bowls full of softball-sized lemons and red, succulent *morri*, Sicilian blood oranges.

Robin’s garden is a little bit mad scientist, with rows this way and that, but also patches of this here and a thatch of that there, making it nearly impossible to step anywhere without killing a seedling, but coming up with a beautiful, biodiverse garden that is the envy of… well, of me, at least.

One step closer to fava ravioli…