Our late Summer suppers celebrate the bounty of our harvest. Meals are spectacular, though very simple. A loaf home crusty homemade bread, a pile of Swiss chard tossed about in skillet with bacon, a humble plate of beans. This is peasant food at its most satisfying. And yet we feel like royalty, dining on our rich homegrown goodness.
Ahhh, Summer, don't leave me yet.
Yay! A new post! What a beautiful and bountiful harvest. And whose exquisitely masculine hand is that holding the egg? That guy should be a hand model.
Posted by: Daddy-O | September 05, 2012 at 04:29 PM