She came in with a flurry, arms wrapped around a large, open box. It’s seems that she’d been the recipient of a weekly box of farm produce, heaped graciously on her by a friend who was out of town for the week. Our, otherwise serene, Sunday morning had dissolved into a cacophony of dog barks, and human utterances, as we gathered around to explore the contents of the box.
Almost immediately, Grandpa and Aidan lost interest and resumed their, far more engrossing, game of chess. The dogs, on the other hand, sniffed around, waiting for a tasty morsel to be flung their way (they could smell those carrots a mile away); as we divided the spoils.
It was all very logical; Steph claimed the kale, eggplant, lettuce, broccoli, tomatoes, and the normal-looking carrots, while I volunteered to take the beets (promising to share the resultant pickled beet and onion salad), the funky carrots, the spinach (at least I think it’s spinach) and the unidentified, less common veggies. Fifteen minutes later, having split up the booty, she left as quickly as she had arrived, this time taking her golden and our grandson home with her.
This morning I surveyed the harvest basket, wondering what those strange root veggies were. I researched, googled, compared and labeled until, finally, everything fell into place: The unusual veggies joined the funky carrots in a spectacular soup, the rustic, red beets were slow roasted in the oven, the spinach (sautéed with olive oil and garlic) landed on my dinner table, and the purple beauty (which I now know is Kohlrabi) sits in the fridge, awaiting tomorrow’s starring role in a fabulous slaw.
Fall delivers to us a wonderful, wondrous bounty; colorful, vibrant, flavorful, and mysterious.