In the time of kale

I got my first CSA box for the year yesterday, featuring kale and more kale.  The neat thing about the seasonal nature of the CSA is that this early mix of veggies has anchored my memories for the last two years. I might not be able to remember what happened in meetings I was in last Friday, but I can think of what sort of things I was doing last year and the year before with my spring kale.

I've been feeling so good recently, enjoying running and biking around, celebrating the weather, that I was a little surprised to remember how I'd felt before in the kale-times.

Two years ago, I sniffled my way through trying to make kale pesto so that my massive quantities of kale wouldn't go bad while I was out of town for my grandmothers funeral. I filled multiple tupperwares with the green goo and stuck it in my freezer. It's still in there, I have no idea how it tastes, because I can't quite bring myself to defrost it and either eat it or throw it out.

Last year was a little better. I made up a Kale and Strawberry salad to eat while on the train up to Connecticuit for a conference. It felt exciting  to have my healthy, farm-fresh lunch to eat while staring out the window at the cities and countryside that I'd never seen. But at that point in the year, I was still (pathetically) sniffling over someone who "isn't falling in love" with me, and I spent part of the train ride wishing I were alone so I could melt down in private.

This year, I'm thinking hopefully that there will be no crying into my Kale.