This Sunday morning at the garden allotment, the tomatoes were in flower--there's fruit, too--the cosmos open, and kamatsu and red mustard big for braising.
Compost does it's job, deepening green.
Are cosmos flowers edible? Must I ask the great god Google?
Katmatsu struts its stuff. (The stems are struts, all right.)
On the walk home I bought garlic and ginger for miso. If I get the go-ahead about cosmos flowers, I'l float a few in the soup. Miso is cooking light.
Are you cooking today?
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
In March, J. shows up on a country road in New Hampshire, D.P. sits in the sun with her paintings in Harvard Square, M.S. picks out a scarf to wear to dinner in Chelsea; witch hazel opens, and three people smoke crack near the Charles River, and blissfully I forget about myself. Tell me: where are you and what do you see?