Kara & Michael’s Blog

• Strawberries, 1 pint
• Cabbage, one ginormous head
• Chard, a bunch of stems
• Collard Greens, a bunch of stems
• Random Lettuce, two heads
• Spring onions, another bunch
• Garlic Scapes
• New Potatoes, a few
• Mint, a bag
• Snow Peas, 3 sandwich bags
• Tiny beets, bunch

I think that’s all, but I could be wrong. Our box was stuffed! I know a lot of people complain about paying upfront and not knowing how the growing season will look. Judging by this box, we are going to get loads of veggies! Our grocery bills are nearly non-existent, minus buying slim-fast, fruit for snacks, bread, pasta and various protein sources. Seriously. Last night our grocery list was fruit for snacks, a lemon for baking some frozen fish, containers for packing lunch and well… that’s it. No Fooling. This is because we’re stocked up on spices and grains and frozen veggie burgers and fish and tofu… but still. Dang.

I failed at cooking Colcannon last night. Everything was going well. My potatoes were boiled, my kale was reducing and soaking up butter and the flavor from the garlic scapes. And I went hunting for the Nutritional Yeast which, in a kitchen not made for short people, was on the very top shelf. I leaned into the shelf a bit so I could reach more, knocked our rice cooker into my drinking bird, which fell to the floor and shattered.

The liquid in the middle is mildly toxic. But I freaked out, and tried to lock the cat in the bathroom, forgetting, of course, that she can open doors that aren’t locked. In a few minutes, while I was attempting to pick up the glass with my hands and failing at not sticking myself with mildly-toxic soaked shards, the cat comes galloping in. What she got from me was the worried-mom, death-metal growl “Get Out.” I scared myself, but she doesn’t respond to yelling really, only to an authoritative voice, so she backed away for a bit and then came back in when I started sweeping because the sound of glass clinking together is apparently music to her ears.

So authoritative me came back while I scrubbed the quick-drying, mildly-toxic liquid off the floor, and she obeyed and went to sleep under her favorite chair with her stuffed animal that she carries everywhere.

Of course, I neglected the kale while I was cleaning and wondering if myself or the cat would die from fumes, and in the meantime the kale burned and stuck to the pan. Which is a shame, because it was smelling really good. I mean, extraordinarily good. And it means some perfectly fine and laborious-to-chop kale and garlic scapes went into the trash. Uncool.

I haven’t died yet, but our linoleum floor is stained. I’ll have to work on it with a Magic Eraser or some nail polish remover or something.

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