I have not posted since this summer.
I dunno that I'll ever post often.
I think I'm talking to myself, by this point, but...
It is April. Only just. A few days in.
Weather has been warm, but wet, or bright, but cold. Grass is starting to grow. Flowers are poking their tips out of the ground, and I am suppressing the urge to shout GO BACK! There's more snow coming yet!
I saw forsythia the other day. Little yellow bundles of buds on a bare twig. Forsythia are the first flowers of spring, and they sunny up a room like nothing else. Possibly because if you cut the tall twigs just as the buds are forming and put them in water in a tall vase in the sun, the buds will bloom inside, quickly and brightly.
And I have not written about food here because for almost a year I've been writing about it somewhere else, for work, and it's almost done and I am rejoicing.
I miss the woodscabin and the cooking there, and my mind has raced forward to being there again. In Spring.
What shall I cook? Spring food. Delicate baby vegetables and salads and perhaps young chicken. Light-but-filling pastas. If we wait till June I can do early fruit pies or summer pudding. Perhaps a gratin of little potatoes. I will do as every generation for ever has done, and gather the earth's first bounty to feed to my friends and my loved ones.
Spring is coming. Spring is here.
