Home again, home again...a month in Europe was definitely only enough time to really get a taste for great pastry. Hopefully our road leads back someday. A month without cooking - aside from a couple of simple dinners early on when we were in a 17 century cottage with a wee kitchen - has left me out of the groove.
With jet lag temporarily at bay, we headed to the farmer's market, since foraging for a great restaurant was no longer how we were to be fed. sigh. But great ingredients like baby potatoes, ripe avocado, and sweet corn were inspiring without requiring any more than the simplest preparation.
Hubby has learned to make guacamole, so while he was concocting what tasted good to him, I steamed the potatoes and corn, and chopped a mix of herbs; the remnants from my balcony pots after a wicked hail storm, to toss with the potatoes in butter. It wasn't a fancy meal but it was freshness of summer.
Tender, gorgeously sweet corn with butter - I mean really, it only comes for such a brief time of the year, it becomes a temporary addiction. Winter memories of those exploding, luscious kernels keep my summer hope alive.
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