A New Season

There is a sight snow cover today, the light is staying with us a little longer and 2012 is now making its solid (and solemn?) way across the calendar. Nancy was born on February 18, and to me the third week in February is always the beginning of spring. When we brought her home from the hospital in San Jose,  we found the first crocus greeting us with a bloom in front of the entryway. For that reason I can never be disueded from the idea that spring is right around the corner no matter what kind of trick the weather wants to play on us.

Green is my favorite color now and this year at least, there is no shortage. The weather has been so warm that the lawn has never turned  brown and such signature vegetables as asparagus and green onions are beginning to take over the place in our heads where the last few weeks have been home to thoughts of onion and cabbage, squash and beets. To my left, out the far side of the back window I can see just a corner of the vegetable garden, the part where a tall mulch barrel, a bit on the shabby looking side,  is secretly sheltering a lively biological moment. I think it would be hard to imagine the life in that barrel which began the winter with its potato peelings and apple cores, Fiona’s old toast crusts, and all the other parings and leavings of much of the winter’s cooking. This year there are three mulch piles and they are scheduled to enrich the vegetable beds–but not just enrich them, but make them so friable that you can almost pick up a handful of soil as if  it were oatmeal or some similar granular consistency.

There is an interruption here. I wouldn’t generally notice it, but it is so odd that I feel the need to share. Briefly then, as I sit facing my window admiring the tiny patches of snow that have stayed on the ground this morning. something leaps up on the screen, and that something is Killer Carl the Cat. He wants to come in, but it is almost worth leaving him there, legs all splayed out over the screen, because his catness is so blatant. He wants his own way and will not rest until he gets it.

But how about a  ridge between Ground Hog Day and true spring. Anticiparte the new season between Ground Hog Day and Easter with a salad that whispers The coming of the new season. It is found in Whole Living, Martha Stewart’s magazine, and it is called Pineapple, mango, and Meyer Lemon Salad.As follows:

1 pineapple, skin and core removed, 1/2 in. chunks.                                   1 mango, peeled. pitted, and cut into 1/2 in. pieces                                      1 Meyer lemon halve lengthwise and thinly sliced+ 1 T juice                         1/2 cup unsweetened coconut flakes

Combine first three in a bowl and top with coconut flakes

One of the charms of this salad is its bridge of monocolor:  yellow

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About dorothybloom

Well, I'm a bit on the elderly side , but I'm fighting the decline with my entry into the virtual world. I've been thinking for while that my situation is worth talking a, and for this reason. There is a tension between old and new. The old are intent upon keeping their authority and the young are intent on getting it for themselves. hereThis tension is as old as the Neanderthal and many of his four-legged cousins. And I want to explore that.
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One Response to A New Season

  1. Alexa says:

    I’ll make that salad this week. Thanks, Grandma.

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