Leeks

What to write about on days when you hardly get out of the house? Especially winter days when all you want to do it sit by a roaring fire?

Yesterday our only excursion was to walk to the potager. This was mainly to empty the compost bin from the kitchen on the (not, surprisingly, smouldering) compost heap. It was quite fun walking through the almost pristine snow, and we discovered a difference in attitudes between Susan and myself - whereas I love walking through the pristine snow, making the first tracks, Susan prefers to walk a path already trod and look at the undisturbed snow. Maybe it's a boy/girl thing!

The road to the Potager

While we were down there I decided the leeks needed harvesting - they were looking very cold, the tops were frozen, and they were going yellow. I thought that didn't bode well for their future, so started pulling them out of the ground.

Most of them came out of the ground quite well, although one or two of the smaller ones snapped when I grabbed them, We harvested about 3 dozen leeks of various (but all quite small) sizes. The lack of water earlier in the year meant that although they didn't die, nor did they "do" quite as well as I expected.

Now we have to make leek and potato soup. One of my favorites, it is the almost ideal winter soup.

Simon