This was a hard-fought battle: me, a garden knife, iced-over soil and deeply bedded leeks. I won.
We had a bit of a warm-up this last weekend, and frankly I hate it when it warms up. We get so much moisture, see, that a warmup means simply that the near-daily snowstorms will simply be rainstorms, followed by snow. This is of course what happened. Granted, we didn’t get the ice storms that hit much of the country and in all honesty I have nothing to complain about, as I could’ve simply lifted a few leeks out of the nice fluffy non-frozen greenhouse soil but NO. Had to be up for a challenge. The leeks’ gorgeous frozen green leaves snapped right off in the cold.
And so: leeks + potatoes = leek/potato soup, my absolute favorite, joined by more sprouted-wheat bread. Around here, leeks are an excuse to eat potatoes, and soup is an excuse to eat warm bread, and warm bread is an excuse to eat lots of butter. (Do you like my math?)