Dear gazpacho, I'm not sure how to spell you, but you were delicious. |
Poached salmon salad with quinoa, I remember you well. |
The simplest dessert of berries, creme fresh, and maple syrup with macerated berries |
Mr. Giant Macaroni, I know you aren't real, but you make me smile |
Beauties from Georgetown Cupcakes |
And yet, it's good to be home. To sleep in my own bed, to wake up and brew some coffee, and start my day. Today, I surveyed the bounty from my organic fruit and veggie CSA, to decide what I wanted to make and eat at home.
For breakfast, scrambled eggs with green peppers, onions, and tomatoes with a wedge of cheddar cheese tucked in.
An afternoon appetizer of an Italian guacamole of sorts- one ripe avocado, mashed with the juice of half a fresh lemon, and crushed red peppers added to taste. Served with thick yellow corn chips.
For a late lunch, ratatouille, made with tomatoes, two kinds of green peppers, onion, garlic, eggplant, salt, pepper, basil.
Finally, a juicy white nectarine, sweet and creamy; it required nothing additional to make it the perfect dessert.
Tastes of summer. Tastes of comfort. Tastes of home. Contented sigh.
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