Spinach soufflé

[24 January 2024]

There was light snow on the ground this morning. Sunrise hasn’t burned off the clouds, it’s still wafting down out there. I’m nearly out of coffee filters, so there will be a shopping run a bit later. Could be an interesting ride if the weather doesn’t clear.

A bitter orange tree still bearing fruit stands in the middle of a garden, with the back entrance to the house behind. The tree and garden are covered in a light dusting of snow.
A bitter orange tree still bearing fruit stands in the middle of a garden, with the back entrance to the house behind. The tree and garden are covered in a light dusting of snow.

As luck would have it, the bread hamper is empty, and I’m out of oatmeal. Not really in the mood for a cold ride to the store to pick up things for breakfast. Oh, I know, I can make a spinach soufflé! Now where was that spinach? Oh.

The net covering of a row of spinach is thrown back to reveal a patch of spinach. A tray beside the row holds a clump of plants dug out of the mud, and the garden fork used for the digging stands beside the tray. The netting thrown back is peppered with snow.
The net covering of a row of spinach is thrown back to reveal a patch of spinach. A tray beside the row holds a clump of plants dug out of the mud, and the garden fork used for the digging stands beside the tray. The netting thrown back is peppered with snow.

After much washing, slicing, spin-drying, mixing, heating, baking, and other fussing about, breakfast is served! Admittedly more work than going to the store in the end, but this was really good.

A spinach soufflé in its baking glass, fresh out of the oven.
A spinach soufflé in its baking glass, fresh out of the oven.

… on the other hand, it’s lunchtime already. 😑