A lot of people think eating only local, seasonal food means sacrifice, but nothing could be farther from the truth. Oh heck, this isn’t Pinterest, this is reality, so I’ll come clean: the uneven spacing of our Thursday/ Saturday farmer’s market lends itself to rather dicey Wednesday meals. Let’s just say we aren’t very good a pacing ourselves. By mid-week we’ve concocted every recipe we can think of using the best of our weekend haul and the limp, left-over, non sequitur veg laying around can be difficult to assemble into something that meets the minimum standard of ‘a meal.’
We call our situation “Wild Card Wednesday.” We just never know what the heck we’re going to come up with.
Helpful Tips To Keep In Mind: 1) Nearly anything wrapped in pastry crust becomes instantly delicious. 2) If all else fails, dice up whatever leftover veg you have and throw it together with an egg. Meal accomplished.
–> Bake for 25 minutes or until golden brown.
- It is hot as blazes in the middle of a strawberry patch.
- The best strawberries are shy and try to hide.
- The thrill of hunting the next “perfect” strawberry appeals strongly to my OCD tendencies and goes a long way in making me forget the puking-hot sun.
- I have an affinity for strawberries with strong personalities.
- Strawberries I’ve picked taste perfect.
|Thursday trip to the market|
|Feta and Spinach Burgers
By nature I expect things to be complicated. When it turns out a thing is simple it feels like magic.
Do you know what I mean when I say tea possesses a de-frazzling effect? Besides the flavor and aroma, and the pleasing tink of china on china, tea requires us to suspend all other activity and focus on the ceremony of preparing a perfectly brewed pot.
- Cut 3 stalks of mint low on the stem.
- Rinse under water; dry with a clean kitchen towel.
- Roll stalks firmly and briskly between the palms of your hands.
- Form a nest with the stalks in the bottom of your teapot.
- Pour boiling water into the pot.
- Steep 4 minutes before enjoying (leave the mint in for stronger tea).
|Best laid plans|
|The new hen yard.|
Imagine my joy when our seed orders arrived in this morning’s mail. To set the mood Mother Nature, coy thing, saw fit to rain. Ok fine: rain on the feather-edge, at times more ice than drops and frequently interspersed with fat snowflakes but rain nonetheless and by dinner the deck was completely bare and we seized a rare opportunity to grill, why not, and savor an unmistakable flavor of summer. Cheers to the last day of February.
Such an astounding return on investment, seeds.