I am a bit late in posting what we picked up over the weekend but here it is.
From the market we bought: carrots, spring onions, spinach, garlic, cherries, strawberries, tomatoes, bread, milk, blueberry ice cream (!!!!!), blueberries, yellow lilies, wild flowers, blueberries, mushrooms, sprouts, the largest, most expensive, sweetest cucumber, and red bell peppers.
Sounds great right? It gets better. From the CSA we picked up broccoli, arugula, beets, green and red lettuce, and rainbow chard. I can't tell you what satisfaction I feel when I take bite of that crsipy lettuce that I had nothing to do with growing yet somehow get credit for.
James bought a $7.00 cucumber by accident. That was a happy accident for me. Let me tell you more about this cucumber before you decide that it was too much money. Measuring in at close to 24 inches, this cucumber was nearly perfect. The seeds were the perfect ratio to the flesh, forming a perfect cylinder down the center. Its flavor spilled out in each watery bite, sweet and refreshing. I am certain it was the most delicious cucumber I have eaten in this country. I didn't take a picture of it when it was whole. Some of it ended up in the salad I made for dinner on Sunday night.
There was also red bell pepper, tomato, garlic, red onion, and sprouts. Yum.
Since I was doing a lot of cooking last week, and since it was pretty good, James was getting jealous. My star was rising and I was beginning to steal his thunder. Sunday morning when I asked what WE were making for dinner that night, he recited a full menu. James was reclaiming Sunday night dinner as well as his title of top chef. On the menu that night, peppercorn filet mignon, whole-wheat spetzel, peas and mushrooms sauté, and a whole-wheat herb infused bread. The entire meal was poetry. The filet mignon melted like butter. The spetzel was cooked just right. The peas and mushrooms were fresh and plump.
For the bread he sprinkled a little fresh oregano and thyme from our mini-urban-herb garden. There was a whisper of the herbs in the bread as it mingled with the garlic butter that had melted into the deep pockets of the dough. He really outdid himself. Of course I contributed with my salad, but not before James made it his own with the addition of fresh mint. Not only was he stealing back Sunday dinner, but he was erasing all memory of my former glories. Mint sits well with a lot of our summer cooking and drinking. Case in point, he incorporated the mint into his homemade lemonade, ( yes he stood around squeezing lemons for one hour) and into Sunday nights spectacular dessert. Blueberry, Strawberry, Rhubarb Cobbler. This dessert was seriously insane.
I'm not really familiar with cobblers. It is more of an American and British sweet. I grew up with rice pudding, apple turnovers, and spanish baked goods ( Mother's bakery was heavily influenced by latin flavors). After eating James the Delicious Cobbler I now consider myself to be a cobbler expert. I declared it the Best Cobbler Ever, as well as the 1st Prize Winner of any cobbler competition from now until I eat the next cobbler.
Monday night James cooked the Swiss chard and chicken breasts spiced up with a Cajun rub. Tonight he used the broccoli to create dish that also included ziti, chicken, sun dried tomatoes. He topped that with Parmesan cheese and a bit of lemon. It was thoroughly satisfying after a long day of shooting. He really did a fantastic job with the brocolli as it was still crisp and tasted like an actual vegetable. A lot of people don't know how to cook brocolli, but not my man, my man knows how to cook a broccoli so it keeps its shape.
Incidentally doesn't the broccolis look like mini-trees?
In between all of our delicious lunch salads and gourmet dinners. I always find time to stuff my mouth with blueberries.
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