Yesterday roasted fennel entered my life, and I don't think I will ever be the same.
I can't stop thinking about how good it was and how it smelled with my roasted chicken...
Where has it been all my life?
I'll tell you where.
It has been at the grocery store.
In the produce section.
On the shelf.
No wonder people don't buy it!
They don't know what it is for goodness sakes!
It's heaven in a white bulb with weird green frondy-lookin things sticking out of the top.
It was good.
But I'll stop.
It was crazy-foggy this morning!
I took these after I fed cows around 815am...
I love how the sun burns off the fog.
And then leaves.
And the rest of the day is dreary.
And you limp around in a quiet, tired mood because of the drear.