The spring is not set so tight this year, it’s gotten loose and rusty from years of abuse and over anticipation. It’s a slow start, still getting cold at a moments notice, bone chilling when the sun hides. Scarves are still in full effect, slippers are a house standard, the bed is still weighed down with blankets. Despite the rusty snap that has yet to scar away old man winter, I cannot contain my excitement to throw off my puffy winter jacket, sacrifice it to the fire pit, watch it burn in jubilation of light clothes treading.
Maybe it is too soon to think about berries and juicy fruit, airy mousses and food as light as the clouds, bright tastes and sunshine colors, but frankly that does not bother me. I don’t want winter foods. Squash time is past time, pomegranates are winter’s whore. Pears are a long way off, let’s forget about the apple for the time being. Maple is for later, and so it the brussel sprout. So to begin the new growing season, the season of fun, outdoors, and social interaction, I made these things:
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What an awesome advertisement for spring.