Eating locally in March
My cleaning lady is an older lady from Moldova who speaks very little English. She was in the kitchen with me yesterday while I was putting a stew together in the crock pot.
First I took a whole thawed rabbit (my meat farmer had grown and butchered and brought me with a note saying she thought I might like to try her new product) and coarsely chopped it into pieces. Then I brought up some leeks and onions and carrots and parsnips from the root cellar and brushed off the dirt (from the leeks that were planted roots and all in dirt) and sand (from the carrots and parsnips) and chopped them and put them in the crockpot. Then I went and grabbed a chervil plant I had drying from a rafter in the basement and crumbled the leaves into the stew. While I was down grabbing the chervel I also grabbed a jar of chicken broth I'd previously canned and topped the whole thing with the broth.
My cleaning lady watched me excitedly.
"That's just how my mother did it!", she exclaimed.
First I took a whole thawed rabbit (my meat farmer had grown and butchered and brought me with a note saying she thought I might like to try her new product) and coarsely chopped it into pieces. Then I brought up some leeks and onions and carrots and parsnips from the root cellar and brushed off the dirt (from the leeks that were planted roots and all in dirt) and sand (from the carrots and parsnips) and chopped them and put them in the crockpot. Then I went and grabbed a chervil plant I had drying from a rafter in the basement and crumbled the leaves into the stew. While I was down grabbing the chervel I also grabbed a jar of chicken broth I'd previously canned and topped the whole thing with the broth.
My cleaning lady watched me excitedly.
"That's just how my mother did it!", she exclaimed.