Indira Ganesan, Tiny Poppy, Flowering Sage, 2021
Kelsey Annie Joy. Willo. Cafe au Lait. Creme de Cassis. Creme de Cognac. Juanita. Scandinavian Brocade. Polka. Ella Grace. Clearview Cameron. Totally Tangerine. Pam Howden. All planted, some in an experimental two to a pot, some in experimental shade. When I went to plant the tubers, I saw a stick in the yard and thought, hope there are no snakes out. Lo and behold, Emily Dickinson’s narrow fellow in the grass slithered by, except on the porch stairs. I looked for reinforcements, found a neighbor, and together we watched it slide into the garden. I pulled on my snow boots, and started Operation Dahlia.
That was yesterday. Today, I attacked the aphids which covered the roses ( I used need oil and Castile soap,) finally fed the roses, potted up some basil, and cleaned out some containers. I thought of how easy it is to demonize aphids.
As I revise this post, Israel has killed 400 Palestinians in just one week, 30% of them children. Children who might have grown to become doctors, parents, mathematicians.
Whenever I read the news, I wonder what is the point about writing about gardening and cooking. These domestic tasks keep my days going, but they pale against the importance of world trauma. I keep going.
I vacuumed my apartment, and ignored the laundry. I went to the garden store for more potting soul but once there, realized I never took out the bags I already bought from the car trunk. I came home with an assortment of tiny fuchsia plugs instead.
Tonight I pulled out Deborah Madison’s Vegetable Literacy for cauliflower inspiration. Her saffron infused pasta dish looked perfect, but I took liberties. I roasted the cauliflower first. Then, I sliced shallot and sautéed it in butter with saffron threads. Just as she promised, the heat released the spice’s flavor and color. I added red pepper flakes with a lot of garlic, and let the flavors carmelize a bit. Instead of mini shells, I used cous-cous, and finished the dish with some cheddar from the fridge. At the last minute, I added a teaspoon of tomato Achaar from Brooklyn Delhi for an extra kick, turned on Gardener’s World, and ate.