So whats the go with leeks these days?
I'm picturing small very rare elves of some kind, chained up in an underground cave in Siberia, they could even be blind, growing and harvesting leeks to be sent around the world. Maybe the cruel captors only use the elf urine to fertilise the leeks.
Thats the only thing I can think of that might justify them being so expensive. I have a cold. A terrible head cold. Surely there is nothing worse than a head cold on a 100 degree day. Well, there probably is, but I can't think of it at the moment, (unless I was an elf). Who knew the body could produce this much snot. However, I felt like a bowl of potato and leek soup, so took myself off to the the supermarket to buy my leeks only to discover they were $5.00 each! And I needed four, but I decided I didn't want soup that badly.
So surely there is a leek substitute. Aren't they just a glorified onion? Could I use onion instead – or shallots even, maybe a bunch of srping onions. Any ideas? Because I'm thinking I do want the soup actually. Even though I am just about to suffocate from this opressive heat. The air is thick today.
Anyway, this is my bruise. From climbing through the - not quite as big as I thought it was, dog door. Its joining nicely in the middle.
And my friend Jem has just started a vox blog so go over and be neighbourly. Don't worry, I'm sure she won't write about me every day.