Life is interconnected and so are the topics on this blog. It might be cooking and gardening one day, yoga the next, knitting and sewing, or hiking and then bird watching followed by recycling or composting. They are the parts that bring humble joy to my life of voluntary simplicity in Montana.
We grew our first respectable cauliflowers this year. After years of growing little ones we finally got a fully--and it was a purple fully to boot. Matt cannot remember its variety as it was part of a multi-color blend. It was almost like cauliflower and broccoli had a baby. It didn't taste like broccoli, but the fuzzy little flower heads were more broccoli-like than cauliflower usually is. With the little guys we usually grow we can eat it in one go. With this big guy we got a couple tasty meals out of it. The last meal was garden-fresh roast veg with a super creamy cashew-cauliflower sauce (roasted cauliflower, cashews, nooch, and tamari). It was pretty gosh-darn amazing over those homegrown vegetables. I wonder if I'll ever grow less dazzled by an almost completely local meal. I hope not. I don't think so.