Task: Grow your own microgreens, no boogie restaurant reservation required:
- Use a seed tray and spread a layer of potting soil 1 cm thick flat on its bottom
- Spread several handfuls of microgreen seeds over the soil
- Water evenly so that the soil is just moist and cover with another tray
- Remove top tray after 24 hours (until seeds have sprouted)
- Water one-two times daily to maintain adequate moisture in soil (overwatering creates mold and clumping of plants, underwatering makes them spindly and undeveloped)
- After 3-4 days, microgreens should be ready to harvest. Use a sharp knife to carefully trim the microgreens just above the roots, and gently rinse them to remove any grit before adding to your culinary concoctions
Why I’ve decided to grow microgreens after a several month hiatus: broccoli sprouts have a much more concentrated dose of sulforaphane than mature broccoli heads, which is a potent antibiotic against H. pylori, a bacteria that populates the GI tract and can become invasive. I was diagnosed with an overabundance of H. pylori about a year ago but thought little of it (especially after the doctor said that it was an irrelevant test result). However, I’ve had a go at addressing this potential gut issue and have found that my health is improving, and the (prepare for TLC) overwhelming bouts of fungal bloom on my torso have abated, along with the accompanying depleted energy and confusion. I hypothesize that the H pylori, which populates the stomach lining, led to a leaky gut that allowed for particles in food to travel into my bloodstream and brain and thus completely alter my mood and state of mind. I could go to a doctor and have tests run, along with a bout of antibiotics, but embodied experience is all I need to empower myself to make healthy decisions. The body is an unfathomably complex organism and for the intellect to dissect its going-ons and accurately diagnose it is energy-consuming and stress-inducing. I have followed this lead through the soil into the gut, and I will bust this ghost until the next one creeps up and asks for a whooping from my proton pack.