The CSA really got us out of the habit of buying greens. Suddenly, when making an impromptu dinner for Matt's birthday, I found that the main dish was literally the only thing in the house that I could offer--I had no more lettuce glut, no kale, not even turnips. Luckily, this weekend was the second winter share box. We got two bunches of this beautiful tatsoi (I think that's what it is) and I was so impressed that I had to pretend that I grew it--hence the posing in the planter. More photos from the box soon, as I make us some long overdue roughage.
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
Winter Share #2
The CSA really got us out of the habit of buying greens. Suddenly, when making an impromptu dinner for Matt's birthday, I found that the main dish was literally the only thing in the house that I could offer--I had no more lettuce glut, no kale, not even turnips. Luckily, this weekend was the second winter share box. We got two bunches of this beautiful tatsoi (I think that's what it is) and I was so impressed that I had to pretend that I grew it--hence the posing in the planter. More photos from the box soon, as I make us some long overdue roughage.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Skimbleshanks the Carrot Cat
Winter. Icy wind. Raw face. Root cellar. Broadway shows and twinkly lights.
That's right, I live in New York, not rural New England. And winter is one of my favorite seasons here. Sure, I do a little hunkering down, but I also love wandering around freezing myself in gaudy coats, looking at Christmas trees and glowing waves in Grand Army Plaza, music and pretzels and Central Park and all of it. When I was young, Christmas was time to go to New York and visit grandparents, try on lipstick at Bloomingdales, run around in the snow, go to shows and the Big Apple Circus and eat hot dogs at Fine & Schapiro's (yes, it is (was) our family deli), drink cocoa and hot toddies, and just generally love the way a city glows.
When all that gets old and I'm hiding in my house in Brooklyn wishing I was in Massachusetts, the next best thing to a root cellar is my CSA winter share. 
It comes in a big cardboard box, which we lugged home on the trolley and opened like a present. Kale, turnips, onions, potatoes,
garlic, arugula and vitamin green, pears and apples and cider. 
So many tiny sweet carrots inspire creativity--I made little flowerets and Jill created...
Skimbleshanks the Carrot Cat! A tribute to Broadway shows and root cellars everywhere.
That's right, I live in New York, not rural New England. And winter is one of my favorite seasons here. Sure, I do a little hunkering down, but I also love wandering around freezing myself in gaudy coats, looking at Christmas trees and glowing waves in Grand Army Plaza, music and pretzels and Central Park and all of it. When I was young, Christmas was time to go to New York and visit grandparents, try on lipstick at Bloomingdales, run around in the snow, go to shows and the Big Apple Circus and eat hot dogs at Fine & Schapiro's (yes, it is (was) our family deli), drink cocoa and hot toddies, and just generally love the way a city glows.
When all that gets old and I'm hiding in my house in Brooklyn wishing I was in Massachusetts, the next best thing to a root cellar is my CSA winter share. 
It comes in a big cardboard box, which we lugged home on the trolley and opened like a present. Kale, turnips, onions, potatoes,
garlic, arugula and vitamin green, pears and apples and cider. 
So many tiny sweet carrots inspire creativity--I made little flowerets and Jill created...
Skimbleshanks the Carrot Cat! A tribute to Broadway shows and root cellars everywhere.
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