For as long as I’ve been aware of the designated gardening “zones” across the country, I have envisioned colored bands representing spring that swept across the United States towards Michigan, sort of like the bands of increasingly intense colors that represent storms on The Weather Channel. The bands get smaller and darker (pinker, in my mind) as they get closer to us, heading over from the West and up from the South until we see the crocuses poking up through the last of the snow, and the tight buds forming on the lilac bushes. My friends to the South and West have already had their first asparagus; ours is (according to one of my favorite farmers) about 10 days out. In anticipation of becoming the Bulls-eye of Spring, I bought everything that was a) green and b) grown in Michigan from the Farmers Market yesterday, and today I had a beautiful bowl of it for lunch.
The salad was composed of salad greens grown about five miles away, garlic scallions, sprouts, and tiny bits of Basil, Dill and Tarragon. I boiled and chopped two locally laid eggs, and made croutons from scraps of homemade bread. I dressed this concoction lightly with a couple of squeezes of lemon (alas, not from Michigan), a pinch of sea salt, and some olive oil from Lebanon.
Do try this at home.