On Saturday morning, we went to our town's farmers' market. I was craving Swiss chard, local, no-spray veggies, carrots still dirty from the ground. We bought the longed-for chard, a huge bowl of cherry tomatoes, yellow summer squash, acorn squash, carrots, beets, fresh green beans, and--because the girls fairly put their faces smack into the table-full--a miniature fresh peach pie, still warm from the farmhouse oven.
Over the course of the weekend I made Swiss chard quiche, whole-wheat applesauce oatmeal muffins, homemade bean-and-vegetable soup, apple crisp. The girls were up to the task. Even Genevieve, Miss More-Bread-and-Butter, ate her eggs and greens.
A well-spent, well-fed weekend. Surely I can be forgiven those gummy bears?