I'm about ready to skip April and move right into May. But realistically, we've got about 26 more days to go, and I'm afraid they're going to be soggy.
I love May. My birthday's in May, and my blog's birthday is too.
Then, we've got the Eat Local Challenge in May this year, and I'm already preparing for that.
I had planned to forage lots of yummy wild greens and buds, and preserve them somehow, but this Narnia-type weather (I bought the DVD today! Er, Cranky did. Early birthday present) has inhibited so many of the tender young shoots. Shoot. Or, perhaps more truthfully, it's inhibiting me from going outdoors. It's still awfully bleak out there.
So Cranky and I have been thinking up other ways to celebrate a month of eating local food. We've hit upon a kind of theme (which we'll probably blow off if it becomes too precious).
This photo is a hint.
That's not beer in the glass, it's fresh-pressed apple juice. Local apples, natch.
But the cool thing is the book. Publication date: 1914.