Tilling the Soil

Ploughing I have been turning the soil over on a field of nothingness, a furrow at the time with an elderly mule that farts a lot. The soil is unyielding; it's cabbage and carrots I need; flowers cannot be food mainly because it is a sin to eat pretty things. I have slaughtered the goat but need vegs to go with the steak, this for you to see I can cook a great meal by myself. My table has a place for twelve guests if you are unwilling to partake in the feast I will feed the dinner to my absent friends.