you know what i love about local?
these potatoes were from the wednesday market. just getting around to them tonight.
and they were d.i.r.t.y.
with a capital d.
(though i'm loath to type one.)
makes me feel good to have proof under my nails that these babies were in the dirt not long ago.

tonight,
they are being roasted, with olive oil, kosher salt, black pepper.
they are going to be on the table with sauteed spinach (local, again. but not as dirty!)
and grilled trout,
which tim will cook with just some lemon juice and s + p,
and i'll make a quick fresh tomato sauce with capers and rosemary. or basil. or thyme.
i don't know which, yet.

and we'll light some candles out on the back patio.

and no doubt the kids will rock back in their chairs and talk over one another and ask us if they can walk into town, or have the boys sleep over, or maybe even if they can all sleep in the truck. or fight about one thing or another.

but it will be a really good meal, nonetheless.
and tim and i can hold hands for a few minutes after dinner,
while they're clearing the table.

and maybe,
in the end,
they'll remember
all of these great meals
we had
when they were growing up.

i think about that a lot.
what they will remember.

xo,
tt