Somebody mostly wise once said there are two kinds of people in the world: people who wake up wondering what’s for dinner, and people who do not.
I certainly wake up wondering. Tuesday I worried we wouldn’t be able to have our usual salads: this cold weather, these cloudy days, conspire to keep our green leafies too chilled to eat. (This is one of the sad truths of greenhouse gardening in someplace chilly like Michigan. Give us a sunny day, even if it’s really cold outside, and the leaves will be fine.) Sure enough, it was really cold and snowy. Ugh: what to do about dinner’s raw food component (i.e., salad)?
Carrots. We are quite rich in carrots, both in the garden under straw and dirt, and in the greenhouse itself. It’s so dark by the time I harvest that the flash went off on my camera. The leaves, like I thought, were cold, too cold to harvest, but the ground is not (and probably won’t get) frozen. Pulling these big babies then was quite easy.
So this year I have leaned a bit away from the root cellar and toward the idea of using the greenhouse and burying certain root crops under dirt and straw in the garden itself. So far, this method of storage has worked fairly well, and our early snowcover has certainly helped. I still have lots of cabbage in the root cellar and, on cloudy days like today, a nice slaw made with apples and walnuts and some of our apple cider vinegar is a quite-fine substitution for our greenhouse’s lettuces. But a girl needs to mix it up every once in a while: I wake up thinking about dinner, after all.