April is the cruellest month, eating
Soup in front of TV, mixing
Boredom and pasta, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Our guts in forgetful blub, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
I’ve had it with winter food. HAD IT. One more bowl of soup and I will run screaming into the night, never to return. The Greenmarket lists the following as being available right now: Beans. Onions. Potatoes. Apples. Maybe mesclun and parsnips. Couple this with rain, Tax Day, and more rain… T.S. Eliot had it pretty good by comparison if all he had to bitch about was some lilacs.
There are two wee sparks of light in my pre-spring gloom.
The first: Cholula Chili Garlic hot sauce. I cannot get enough of this. I have put this in or on everything I’ve made in the past week, save coffee. It’s hot (but OMFGAAAUAUUGH hot) and with a nice garlic note to it.
Second: Mitchell & Webb and Armstrong & Miller. It’s like adding peanut butter to chocolate; both are good on their own, but together? Brilliant.