First harvest.

 

 

 

Many of the houses on our hill and on surrounding hills are huge estates. Acres and acres of lawn. One lone, beautiful building. Like something Hopper would paint, or has.

 

 

 

(Edward Hopper, “House by the Railroad,” 1925.)

 

In the belly

 

baguette in spicy olive oil

eggplant parmesan (homemade!)

gazpacho (homemade!)

English muffins (homemade!)

wild grape jam (made by Misha’s dad!)

fresh burrata

dark chocolate

 

 

 

On the table

 

pint of raspberries

plums

eggplants

apple chips

summer’s last cantaloupe

a tiny tower of sheep cheese

small, wussy avocadoes (we’re not in California anymore…)

black turtle beans

 

 

In the yard

 

calendula

hops

raspberries

cherry tomatoes

rose hips

three types of grapes

black apricot trees

various plum trees

apple trees

thyme

lime thyme (!)

acorns

horseradish

Jerusalem artichoke (l’chaim)