taters and onions just out of the ground and farm fresh eggs
Winter Onions all chopped and ready to go
Woke up this morning again to the sound of mourning doves (yes they are spelled mourning, not morning) in the distance. There is a 70% chance of rain in the forecast so that means I’m staying home, working in the wood shop building tables. The crew isn’t scheduled to get here till 9 AM, so I’m writing this as my farm fresh breakfast is slowly cooking on the griddle.
Several years ago my mom gave me a few “winter onions” as she called them. They’re slowly becoming one of my favorite Springtime crops. I don’t have to do a thing with them. Period.
Fresh potatoes are also on the menu this morning. I dug them 2 weeks ago after leaving them in the ground over winter under heavy mulch. (about 2 feet of old hay.) I’d read about it but never tried this before myself and was skeptical. This past winter was one of the more brutal winters on record. The frost usually goes down about 3 foot around here, but this year it was over 6 foot in places. I supposed those potatoes I left in the ground under that much would surely freeze and turn to mush once the ground started to thaw.
Surprise- they didn’t turn to mush. In fact, they were as crisp and firm as any potato you’ve ever had, where as the ones I’d dug and put in the basement last fall are all getting soft, starting to form some eyes right now.
So my intentions for this coming season are to harvest potatoes in 3 phases: New potatoes when they first start to set, dig in the fall like normal, and leave a good portion in the ground till next spring under heavy mulch. In theory, we could have relatively fresh potatoes all season long without needing to keep them in a frig.
And finally, we got another 3 dozen farm fresh eggs delivered yesterday from our neighbor Nicole. (Thank you Nicole!) For me, farm fresh eggs are one of the simple pleasures of life.
I love slow days like today. Wish those of you who are regular readers (who are interested) could join me for a cup of coffee and conversation on mornings like this. Kristina (whom I wrote about last week) did spend a few days with us recently. She messaged me on Facebook when she heard me puttering around in the kitchen and asked if we could bring her some coffee. :-) 60 seconds later, Mrs DM headed upstairs to the B and B suite with a fresh cup.
Now that is living the dream.
Well, the taters are done, and I need to get moving.