It’s that time again: the February blahs. In part, I blame mine on too many potatoes and too much soup.
Now don’t misunderstand: comfort food has its place, and root vegetables and slowly braised cuts of meat are definitely good candidates if your cockles need warming. But still, I can’t help but crave freshness this time of year. After days surrounded by artificially warm, mercilessly stale air, I need a little flavor, a little greenery.
Not out-of-season spinach, though, or sad February tomatoes. Aside from citrus and pomegranates, the flat, bland produce of midwinter seems almost lab-created. Artificially perfect yet fundamentally lacking, like red valentine roses bred without scent or thorn.