Sunday Brunch

An onion from the garden, sauteed slowly with home-grown thyme, oregano, and garlic. A dash of salt and pepper. Parboiled potatoes of all colors, dug by Trinidad last night at dusk, sliced by Sam, now sizzling in pan. The eggs our chickens have recently begun to lay in and out of the hen house, hidden delinquent in potato beds, collected by two and four year old hands with eyes shining. A renegade kale that popped up in the onion bed is diced and added with feta from a local goat farmer, fresh basil and chopped tomatoes from the garden.

A side of bacon -- not local, but kindly grown. Unfortunately, I haven't found a local bacon I like!

For dessert, a crisp with local peaches, plums from across the street, and blackberries the boys picked with a friend. We'll probably add the indulgence of ice cream to that....