Sprouts they are a springing


Dear Reader, we have sprouts. Right on schedule this weekend, my jalapenos and sweet peppers started poking through the dirt (as you can imagine, I appreciate the adherence to deadlines). To recap, I planted both generic and organic sweet peppers. The organics are seriously lagging, FYI.

The tray has been moved to full sun in a south facing window for the next several weeks, much to the cat's dismay. Then they get moved to a covered porch to toughen 'em up. Fingers crossed, we can transplant them Memorial Day weekend (is it this difficult to raise kids??) and put in radishes at the same time. With my roommate's help, we may add cucumbers and whatever else she'd like, including the previously disdained tomatoes.  Zucchini is still a no-go, though.

Why am I doing all of this? Because the more I eat fresh foods, the more I prefer them. I have spent many Sundays over the past two years making big pots of chili, jambalaya and black bean soups to get me through the lunch week. It wasn't all that long ago that I was satisfied with grabbing canned soup from the cupboard, but no more. This past Sunday, I made mulligatawny, an east Indian stew with chicken, apples, peppers, onions, carrots and curry, among other variations. Check out how it pretty it was before I started cooking:

Compare that to what some of my co-workers eat every day (I don't think any of them read my blog):

Which would you rather eat?

Back to the garden: It's a freakishly warm 74 degrees today, but will be back in the 40s this weekend, to give you an idea of the challenges of Maine gardening. Incidentally, I put the snow shovels away this week. Let's hope that was a wise choice.

While this is all very exciting, I can't help but think: Wouldn't it be great if I could just grow completely assembled salads?

Theresa Flaherty