Within the earth we find life begins lower than we might expect. Buried beneith layers of soil, and perhaps a few misplaced pebbles, we find the gift of the soils: tubers, edible root sytems, suppliments, sometimes, to their surface side counterparts. Here, a collection of beets, potatos, parsnips, carrots, cellery root, and a rew other items that I fail to recollect were roasted to delicate crispness on the exterior, with a smooth soft interior. Vidal Scott was to thank for this wonderful addition to our health. But we have no even gotten to the heart of this evening's meal.
In days prior, Zac and I made a collection of intensely powerful and fresh vegetable juices, ranging from Kale and Salad Greens on one side to Carrots and Sweet Potatoes on another. His masticating juicer delivers back all the dry pulp that it has extracted all the juice from, and we set to making vegetable stock with these items, with thr helpful addition of a little Thyme, Bay, and an Onion. The stock was frozen away for the week while business held us apart from what we so eagerly craved. But the day finally came that our base could once again bath us with nutrients. It would not, however, go unassisted. Joining our contender in the chamber above the fiery pit were none others than:
- Carrots
- Green, Yellow, and Red Peppers
- Yellow and Red Onions
- Leeks
- Garlic
- Purple Potatos
- Sweet Potatos
- Cellery Root
- Parsley
- Bay
- Thyme
- Cayanne Pepper
- Crushed Red Pepper
- Quinoa
- Lemon Zest
And hence came together a dish of such power, such magnitude, that we shall surely be fit to stride from the halls of our fathers into the fields of Valhalla and lay waste to all our would-be agressors, until at last the entire universe has become aware that we will not be stamped out: for we know how to eat.
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