It is cold in my garden, the evening starts early, the dark hours stretch. I can imagine in these days not think I could even sit in a summer dress in my garden that I sought the shade, because it was so hot. But I know that the first spring flowers waiting in the ground.
But wait, not only the snowdrops on me, but also a lot of vegetables from my garden. It is cooked and tastes even more as the day of the harvest: after the summer. One of the soups I've prepared from the giant Kohlrabieernte. Because it is winter and I mean under the garden withdrawal suffering soul must caress, I have eaten today. When I ate, the garden was present - and with it all its scents, its sounds and colors ...
we let happen so through once again, as the basis of the soup was growing up: in the spring I have sown in my apartment and brought forward until the weather lazuli, dismiss the plants in the freedom of the garden.
The Kohlrabi "super melt" was a giant in my garden. Over 2 Kg brought them, after initially very blattlastigem growth in October on the scale. And they made their name: in spite of the considerable weight of all 3 nodules were tender and not woody.
The only downside was that the cabbage at the end of an incredible amount of space claimed in the vegetable patch.
Two of the tubers are stored, because of the great importance at some point on the page in my bed. It has not hurt them.
So-popping - open the jar, a dash of cream dug into the soup, a spicy from the refrigerator, ready for the perfect meal for cold winter evenings. Light a candle, a glass of wine - and the winter can not harm you more!
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