Storms can wreak havoc for gardeners. A few nights ago, I listened to howling winds and crashing thunder while lightning flashed like strobe lighting. Worried about my plants, so close to producing long-awaited fruits and vegetables, I hoped they would survive the night.
|Pepper Plant, Damaged by Storm|
Back at home, I picked blueberries before finally calling it quits for the day. Too tired to plan and cook a meal, I looked at my harvest and knew it was going to be an eat-from-the-butcher-block evening. Sometimes, after Richard and I work long hours at the farm, we prepare simple meals and eat while standing at the antique butcher block, which serves as a kitchen island. I suppose we are afraid if we sit to dine, we might just fall asleep, face down in our plates!
|Cherry tomatoes, tossed in fresh herbs, oil and vinegar|
|Nasturtium, Oregano & Borage blossoms add flavor & beauty|
Standing at the butcher block, Richard and I savored our meal. There was no tablecloth, no candles, no cloth napkins, crisply folded. Heck, we didn't even have silverware. Still, would I call it fine dining? You betcha.
|Fresh ingredients, simple preparation|