January is National Soup Month. (Big Surprise – it’s also National Hot Tea month, something the Grow It Eat It crowd can plan for next summer when the mint and raspberry and strawberry leaves are available). “Soup, “ according to Christopher Robin (Winnie the Pooh) “is a comforting sort of thing to have.” Even better when you have the satisfaction of having grown at least some of what’s in it yourself.
As I said, this kale isn’t mine, but I’m fortunate to live down the road from uncertified but definitely organic Colchester CSA to which I’ve loaned my rototiller. As a result, Theresa Mycek, the manager/farmer will often give me some veggies, including several varieties of the beautiful kale she grows. Yet this stuff didn’t come from her either since she’s selling what she still has in the fields to one of the local restaurants, and I don’t take anything that could turn into revenue for the CSA.In this case, I didn’t grow the kale I’ve just chopped for today’s lunch, but I’m definitely going to eat it. I had Red Russian kale early in the season – though it was not much to sneeze at, sadly. I had started it in the greenhouse, planted the seedlings out in the garden in Feb. with high-ish hopes as an experimental thing beneath what turned out to be a very flimsy cold frame. A big wind collapsed the cold frame, so I covered the seedlings with row cover. It saved enough to make several soups with, and I got more from a later direct seeding.