Lunch on the fourth. The valderon, the goat brie, and a raw sheep's milk cheese - the name of which escapes me at the moment - along with more radishes, juicy tomato, cucumbers and jalepeno pickles I bought at a farm stand. Plates like this really are happy-inducing for me. I keep missing the farmer's market in Philly because I'm always somewhere else, or about to be somewhere else, so it seems wrong to buy produce I won't have time to eat. But I'm missing the best eating of the year, and that's beginning to wear on me.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Another One
Lunch on the fourth. The valderon, the goat brie, and a raw sheep's milk cheese - the name of which escapes me at the moment - along with more radishes, juicy tomato, cucumbers and jalepeno pickles I bought at a farm stand. Plates like this really are happy-inducing for me. I keep missing the farmer's market in Philly because I'm always somewhere else, or about to be somewhere else, so it seems wrong to buy produce I won't have time to eat. But I'm missing the best eating of the year, and that's beginning to wear on me.
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Missing the best eating of the year...yep I know what you mean.
Your plate is lovely.
I have Cherokee Purple heirloom tomatoes comin' in. When I can pick them before the pecking birds or nibbling squirrels or really neck-stretching turtles get them. So peeves me to go reach for a finally ripe one, and it has bite marks. ARRRGGGH BITE ME. But then I regroup and pick the not quite perfectly ripe, thumb my nose and take my produce in to finish the ripening process in my sunny window. HA.
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