A frequent question people ask me is: “What do you miss most about a city?” I miss live theater, authentic ethnic food, museums, and certain seasonal events. But this time of year what I miss most is... access to fresh, raw, crunchy vegetables. Yup, something as prosaic as that!
We are officially “crunchless” now that I have cut up my last onion. It has been 5 months since we last flew to town (and a supermarket). My mouth is watering for a bite of crisp celery or crunchy cabbage. I even want to hear the sound! The only greens we have now are the sprouts I grow all winter and the few leaves of plants I start under grow lights in late February.
Missing celery reinforces my big Life Lesson of living here, which is to take nothing for granted and to appreciate the grace notes of life: a fresh vegetable, a warm fire, the pristine whiteness of (yet another!) snow.
Textural preference aside, we have plenty of food, both what we raise and what we buy (on a meticulous 275 line spreadsheet).
Among produce that I raise/forage, my food shed, even this late in the winter, is full LOTS of berries, rhubarb, dried dill, and lovage (the leaves tastes like celery, but alas, no crunch) and homemade condiments, like horseradish, zucchini relish, and chutneys. We still have plenty of potatoes from the dozen plants last summer and lots of dried mint, rosehips, lemon balm, chaga, and the leaves of fireweed and berry bushes for tea.
But other vegetables and herbs that I
labored to grow, harvest, blanch/freeze, pressure can or dry are long gone. Last summer's home grown oregano, thyme,
parsley, cilantro and basil are already depleted as are sorrel, tomatoes and
brassicas. I had hoped for a robust
harvest to last all winter, but two damp
summers in a row made my gardens very attractive to lots of hungry slugs that
chowed down on all of the broccoli and cauliflower leaves and then moved into the crevices of the
heads. Gross. Compost? Yes. Side dish? No. I understand that in some languages of cold weather cultures, the name for the months of March/April are akin to "the month of hunger." Isn't that sobering?
Among produce that we buy, citrus and bananas freeze well, so we have that
tasty flavor throughout the winter, both the juice and the rinds, which I dry
in a cold oven and save. (I love orange
rind in split pea soup, for instance). Bananas freeze well, too, both in and out of the skin. I make a chocolate banana pudding with the frozen pulp.
My clever friend, Betty, reminded me that one can sprout green onions by putting the root end of any (store bought, too) onion in a shallow bowl of water. She NEVER buys scallions. Darn. I forgot that. This approach is true for many store bought vegetables with an intact root end, like celery. Next winter, I will remember this.
To supplement dwindling supplies of veggies, we stock dehydrated and freeze dried vegetables. The reconstituted texture is not great, but they add color and nutrients to rice and stews. Dried mushrooms are particularly tasty. The flavor varies by brand, so I encourage interested shoppers to try a small quantity before buying a case. Betty's home dehydrated vegetables (and fruits) are much more flavorful than others that I have purchased.
To all of you who have convenient access to a supermarket, you may be more alert to food inflationary prices than I am, but you can also bask in the delights of spontaneous purchase and consumption. What a treat! Please bite into something juicy and crunchy today and enjoy it on my behalf!
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