“Guess what’s NOT for dinner tonight, folks?” I have just walked in from the garden, colander brimming, and I am addressing my husband and daughter. “SALAD!”
“Woo-hoo!” was the response.
Don’t get me wrong: we adore salads in this house. We easily eat between six to nine cups of salad an evening for dinner: that’s the equivalent of about one of those huge bags of premixed salads you buy at the store…though ours is much better, of course 😉 Our daughter eats a good two cups by herself. And it’s not like salads aren’t still on the menu, because they are. It’s just that other things are ripening and moving the salad over. Last night’s big harvest was broccoli, and it was really quite tasty. Tonight will be greens of some variety, perhaps turnip or spinach or rapini, to pair with the pot of cranberry beans bubbling away on the stove at the moment.
Eating seasonally means you do need to take what’s available: it’s completely different from “well, what do YOU feel like eating for dinner tonight?” The garden dictates our diet! One more day and that broccoli would’ve opened too much, another 5 days my spinach will be bolting. While many people would find this incredibly limiting, I instead pity their narrow-mindedness and lack of opportunity. Everything we eat is at its nutritional peak, still warm from the sun.
The downside, if it could be considered one, is when something’s in season, that’s what you eat. It’s license to be a glutton, I think. Asparagus! Green garlic, multitudinous greens, spring onions, broccoli, Asian cabbages. It’s not a bad way to eat, frankly.