Well, what I'm smokin' is seeds. Glorious seeds. Brought to me from heaven above California.
My seed packets say "start seeds indoor 8-10 weeks before last frost". Sadly, we are 10 weeks away from the last frost. But, just feeling the soil between my fingers and looking at those peat pots lined up on my window sill is enough for me to peek over them, look outside, and expect to see daffodils popping up.
Last night, we had Pasta Primavera. With asparagus. Lots of Asparagus. And breadsticks made from this pizza crust recipe. And then I made these. It was an extremely delicious evening.
So, am I savoring the promise of spring, or am I eating away my sorrows about the current state of our outdoors? Yes.