My New Kitchen Paradigm (March 3 Garden Project)
So there’s this interesting thing going on in my kitchen right now.
Because I am gardening and have access to a compost pile, I am now dutifully collecting all my kitchen scraps. I throw them into bags and containers and pop them into the freezer. Next time I’m headed over to the March 3 garden, I take them over and dump them on our compost pile. Truthfully, the chickens eat most of it , but whatever they leave will be soil for our garden next year.
So I find I have this interest, this reverence for even the scraps. I mean, it seems so precious to be saving kitchen scraps. What used to go into the garbage without a thought is now saved with great care. When I’m prepping dinner, I am almost equally interested in the pile of trimmings as I am in the part of the plant that’s headed to the table.
In February there was this planting party. The March 3 gardeners convened, bent over seed trays in the dining room, and planted tiny seeds. We were giddy and dreaming of spring and summer bounty, home-grown bounty. Beats me why we planted cress. I think it was just because we had some leftover seed packet of cress, so in it went. It’s a green; we must want it.
After time in the greenhouse, our seedlings went into the ground and sure enough, our cress grew well. We had planted a lot of it. A lot. And when we tasted it, well, words like fiery, spicy, horseradish, and wasabi came to mind. And not in a good way really. Arugula can be fiery and I like that. Cress, not so much. And there was a lot of it!
So rather than feed it all directly to the chickens, I harvested an armful and took it home. Must be something to do with it that I will like. Quick google search and it sounds like potato-cress soup is in order. It’s simmering now. I can tell you the greens are already a lot “calmer”. This soup is going to be delish!
But enough about the beautiful, curly greens. Check out these tough, worthless, but beautiful stems:
I am here to tell you I am not going to use the words “circle of life” in this little story, but…what am I supposed to say?! It feels right to plant, harvest, eat, feed chickens, feed compost pile, eat chicken eggs, and, someday, spread our compost back on the garden.
Hmmm…just feels right!