The Holidays are over. The scene outside my door is bleak and grey and dirty. I long for the foods of Spring!
There are paw prints running from the back door through the kitchen to the living room – a suspicious brownish green mixture of mud and God knows what else. The cats beg to go outside, but scratch wildly to come back in not a minute or two later…opting instead for the sunny window rather than the real deal. It gets dark too early and light too late. The ground freezes, and then thaws and heaves, sticking to everything passing through it.
In the pot on the stove is yet another pottage of root vegetables, stewing with some sort of meat. Don’t get me wrong, I love carrots and parsnips; potatoes, leeks, onions and fennel in its time. But it’s officially "Janu-Feb" in my soul and my whole being yearns for a really fresh tabbouleh, a bowl of cold jagik ….or even just a fresh strawberry or stalks of asparagus from my own garden.
Instead, I pull a package of well-sealed dolma from the freezer and dream of Spring.
