This will be supper tomorrow.
Homegrown leeks and potatoes.
It's easy to forget about the humble produce in the yard in the summer when it's cascading with more urgent bounty.
Tomatoes! Pattypan squash! Cucumbers! Riveting, and demanding.
Then, in winter, there are the leisurely, patient vegetables. They've been in the ground for a long time, but they will wait. So kind. So calm.
Of course, I'm planning on making a leek and potato soup.
But I had an idea.
I'm going to stir in a knob of blue cheese.