I've never been much of an apron wearer. Probably because my mother and grandmother didn't wear aprons. In fact, I'm struggling to remember if I've ever seen anyone in my family with an apron. So I decided a couple of years ago that I wanted to be an apron-wearer. The problem is that when the kids are buzzing about and I'm focused on a recipe or ingredients or searching out a long lost staple from the depths of my pantry, I'm rarely thinking about putting on my apron.
So when Paul's aunt and uncle sent me this beautiful, hand-printed organic cotton apron for my birthday, I knew that something must be done to turn me into an apron-wearer rather than a wannabe apron-wearer. So a hook now hangs between my refrigerator and pantry door and although I don't use it daily, I'm much more of an apron-wearer now than I was pre-apron-hook.
And amazingly, I don't have to change shirts following every baking session now. Those 50s wives might have been onto something after all.
Today felt amazing to have Saturday Lunch again after traveling over the last couple of weekends.
The farmer's markets in our area have hit their peak and I'm visiting not one but two weekly now just trying to keep up with all the lovely produce. I even managed to put away a little stock of pesto and chopped green peppers this week.
For today's Saturday lunch, we had local mozzarella with basil from the backyard and heirloom pineapple tomatoes drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
We also had corn bread, made with locally ground cornmeal and local eggs, marinated cucumbers, and a fruit medley of nectarines, plums and blueberries. Our fruit stash is literally bursting at the seams. We have bowls of nectarines, peaches, plums and a watermelon littered across our countertops and that's not including the blueberries invading both our fridge and freezer.
While I know we'll be ready for the harvest tastes of pumpkin, sweet potatoes, and winter squashes when they come, we're sure enjoying the tastes of summer right now!