I'm still cold. It's still raining. When it gets windy (and it often gets so windy that my neighborhood has a windy nickname), it is an irritating, needling wind.
So, yeah, I haven't done much gardening yet. We (and I say "we" literally here, not just as some fake front because he does the work and I lie in the chaise longue with a planter's punch) — WE got some important weeding done. But there is still a lot of important weeding to do. I just don't want to go outside.
I understand that spring can be a little nippy. But I'm actually cold.
I still need mooshy comfort food.
That's why we (that was the fake "we") came up with this little dish of roasted root vegetables, semi-braised in chicken stock. It was homey and homely, with radishes, carrots, potatoes, leeks and artichoke bottoms (not roots, sue me).
The other "we," me, might have cooked it differently, with a buttery glaze and some browning.
But when your We is a he who cheerfully bangs around in the kitchen, bringing out tasty, nourishing meals... you don't complain.