I'm almost embarrassed to admit this: For my drive to Knoxville, I stayed awake by listening to my kindle {always a treat} read World War Z by Max Brooks. Yep - an apocalyptic zombie novel. Not what I would usually pick up, but a trusted friend lent a copy to me. Here's what I learned: if zombies ever do attack, the people who survive best are the ones who can grow their own food. Must learn how to garden. Foraging is even better - maybe I should sign up for the city park edible plants course.
I jest. I churned the soil and bought the potatoes before I ever listened to the novel. I just like watching life spring from the ground.
Thanks to my time spent outside in the afternoons, we're in a perpetual 'breakfast for dinner' mode. I haven't made the switch to a summer menu yet. My soup pot feels too heavy, but we're not quite to salad mode. As a cook, I'm floundering a bit for seasonally appropriate creative meals. But I've come up with several new 'brinner' dishes.
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| Eggs from a friend's farm - so fresh they haven't even been cleaned |
