Some nights the ingredients in the fridge and the harvest of the garden come together so well I can’t help but share.
The salad is a testament to the fact that growing your own food can really help expand personal tastes. As an adult I struggle to move beyond my initial childhood reaction to crunchy things that come out of the ground- which was to sift past them with my fork if they somehow managed to get on my plate. When you’ve grown something yourself there is more motivation to try it, and the payback is so good since you couldn’t find it fresher. Note to parents. Growing your own food means you can’t always choose what you eat. These radishes I previously never liked were bursting out of the ground and had to be eaten. So like most new foods I mixed them into things I liked and with greens and broccoli from the garden we made this healthy heap!

With our beautiful fresh eggs, laid just a few days previous, I couldn’t resist making a tartar sauce with our california olive oil (which is almost overwhelmingly grassy) and a bright orange yolk. I threw in garlic, chopped dilly beans (thanks Martha!) garden parsley and lemon juice. This process is way easier than some folks make it out to be- and since olive oil isn’t so cheap I don’t use quite as much as called for which makes is a bit thinner, but still very delicious.

Carrots and potatoes are from the farmer’s market, oh and the freshest halibut from the best source in the Bay Area. There is a lesson here that sometimes when you eat well you have a skimp sometimes on other things…I think it’s obvious.













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Lovely fare Sage. Food as metaphor and home grown at that! What a wise thought that breaking down something hard in life, even a radish, into smaller parts can make something more palatable, more doable, more approachable. Thank you for sharing and reminding us of the immeasureable value of food consciousness.
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