The weather is warm enough for frequent rain, birds twittering in the mornings, and yesterday, a long winding walk through Rock Creek. But it is not, apparently, warm enough for vegetables yet. For the past few weeks, I have shown up early at the farmer’s market, crossing my fingers for real produce. Yet all they have is old apples, potatoes, and squash. (Alongside, of course, the bread, cheese, mushrooms, honey, and eggs. But I’ve had those all winter.) I’ve been waiting patiently. I have! When will there be food again?
Not this week, at least. A number of people had daffodils, which gives me hope, but there are still no new items. Once the spring produce comes in, to me, that is when cooking season starts. In my efforts to eat local, I’ve been eating mostly canned and frozen vegetables all winter, and I’m getting tired of it. So I will go next week, and cross my fingers extra hard. It must be getting close, now.