Well, I think it is official. I have turned into a terrible blogger. I’ve become the type of blogger who never actually blogs.
It is not that I haven’t been cooking and/or photographing. It is just that since we got home from our travels I have been happily caught up in the magic of summer. Some trips to the cabin (where I dutifully bring my computer, ready to write a post and then never do), some dinners with good friends, a cocktail party or two, plenty of celebrating of birthdays and even a few culinary tours and cooking classes.
I’ve been going to the Trout Lake farmer’s market picking up some amazing fruits and vegetables and breads and cheeses. I’ve been baking herb flatbread and making jam and churning lots of fruit sorbets and chocolate gelato. I’ve got a great farmer’s market inspired recipe for a Mediterranean salad on grilled bread with pickled radishes and mint that I promise to share in the next few days.
Until then I will leave you with a photo that I took this morning of the very first figs that I harvested from a Italian white fig tree that I planted two years ago in our back garden. Splitting open the soft green fig, revealing the crimson flesh inside and tasting the juicy sweetness was such a perfect summer food moment that I wanted to share it here.
xo J