We went to the farmer’s market today. How can you not love August in Minnesota when half an hour and about twenty bucks gets you this:
Grilled hot dogs. Fresh sweet corn. Homemade salsa. Chips from MGM. The ketchup was Heinz.
Also, heirloom tomatoes with black sea salt.
Tonight we make pesto, because I am not quite ready to accept our basil plants as my overlord and master.
Tomorrow, gazpacho! I have been waiting very impatiently for the tomatoes to come in sufficient quantity for gazpacho. After our travels in Spain last year, we perfected a mean gazpacho to remind us of Andalucia. Next, I just have to carve out our cinderblock wall to remind me of the Alhambra…