Traditionally, spring is a time of the year when farms pause in their milking cycle so that newly-arrived, baby animals get the milk they need to start a healthy life. In late spring to early summer, milking for the purpose of cheesemaking resumes, and our shops start to receive an abundance of delicious, fresh and lightly-aged cheeses.
Traditionally, the beginning of spring is marked on a calendar date, but many believe in other signs of a new season. Some watch for the first crocuses and tulips. Others await opening day at Fenway Park. Still others believe spring arrives only after Formaggio Kitchen fires up the grill and begins the sidewalk barbeque season. But for me, spring officially arrives with locally grown vegetables, farm fresh eggs and wildly foraged edibles from hearty New England soil.
In April, I walked into our bakery and saw rhubarb piled high on the work bench, waiting to be added to a strawberry-rhubarb crisp. At the time, the weather had turned spring-like but we were still several weeks away from our own local rhubarb season. Still, that first sight of rhubarb was a lovely indicator that warm weather was on its way.