Yes....from the garden!
It is an entirely murky, mucky, muddy mess, interspersed with snow still in places out there. So much so that losing one's boot to the slurpy mud is par for the course during the course of every outing (though this only seems to happen to Mama, much to the delight of all the littles around to witness). On Saturday morning, I ventured out there, unable to wait any longer. The garden could be called a mudpit. And we need to move the chickens out of the garden. And I really needed to get cleaned up and changed into my backstage in-the-wings clothes for a day at the ballet.
But oh I couldn't resist getting my hands in the dirt....and uncovering the first "harvest" of the season! My very first time growing parsnips, I overwintered them, covered with a light layer of mulch. This weekend, I pulled back the leaves, and dug them up out of the mud soil. We all did. Because not a one of us wasn't eager to get into that garden and come back into the kitchen with something. It feels like it has been so long. It feels so novel. It feels so good.
And now, it's time for Parsnip Soup, Honey Glazed Parsnips (though we'll make that maple), Creamy Braised Parsnips with Sage, and of course, mashed potatoes with parsnips. With parsnips....from the garden!