Life is good when the major dilemma of the week is whether to choose the oh-so-tasty Swiss chard or the fragrant basil at the CSA. (I will gloss over the fact that choosing a dress to wear to an upcoming wedding was far more fraught.) Yes, every Wednesday, we pick up our amazing vegetables from the local CSA (community-supported agriculture), often stopping at a local farm on the way home to add to our canvas bag.
Rather than photos of the beautiful array of carrots, the red stems of the chard and summer tomatoes, the best testament to the deliciousness of these vegetables is this smile, accompanied by the nub of what used to be a carrot. The carrots didn't make to the car this week before being devoured. The iron-filled beets made it to the dinner table. Perhaps I shouldn't mention that my youngest, shown here, also has a major sweet tooth and a cavity the dentist discovered this week.
We stopped at a farm on the way home and bought peaches (they're ready!!!) and blueberries, too (and mushroom ravioli that are not locally grown). The peaches didn't make it home intact either. I like to tell my October baby, seen here, that he is made mostly of summer peaches and fall pumpkins.
En route, we had stopped at the library and took out this fun book: The Eleventh Hour by Graeme Base, a mystery we also devoured that evening. And we renewed The Maze of Bones, the first book in Richard Riordan's 39 Clues series. My sons are good at feeding their minds and their bodies!
Basil. Always basil. Because basil = margherita pizzas. also pesto.
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