I cleaned out about half the first bed yesterday - making way for the growing kale plants by yanking all the crazy, smothering mustards. I had to keep packing down the pile in my basket, to get them to fit.
It took two rounds in both pans to braise them all, and in between I decanted the braising liquid from the first batch (I just shake them and toss them into the hot, lightly oiled pans from the sink, but they sweat like mad) into a mason jar and then absentmindedly drank the whole pint of hot murky green broth while braising the second batch.
It must be the pregnancy, right? Like a vegetal vampire. It was just so delicious!