I’ve given up on this winter and decided to just pretend that it’s spring.
If you can force tulip bulbs inside, why not just force the rest of it too?
So that meant I had to put away my slow cooker (but not before one really delicious pot of beef stew), forget the potatoes, dried beans and other rib-sticking, soul-warming fare, and embrace what was fresh and green.
If this really were spring or summer, I’d head to the farmers market, pick up some corn on the cob and a couple of giant slicing tomatoes, and voila, dinner would be on the table.