That's what last night's salad looked like. Tomatoes, basil, mozzarella, salt, pepper, olive oil, balsamic vinegar. Was it amazing? You bet.
Almost every night when I serve our supper I say "Here's your gourmet dinner!" which is what a character in one of Larry McMurtry's books always said when she set supper on the table. I'm pretty sure it was Texasville and the woman who said it was named Rags. She'd set down a plate of biscuits and a bowl of gravy and say, "Here's your gourmet sausage gravy and biscuits!"
Some nights when I make this announcement, I feel that it is more true than others. Last night I felt sincere about it. I'd broiled a little grouper to go with the salad and steamed artichokes too.
It was pretty gourmet and it was pretty darn good.
So today was out of the ordinary for us. Mr. Moon had planned to go fishing tomorrow and we were thinking about going down to the coast today to look at a house he is thinking about buying. Not for us to live in, but to have for get-aways. It's on the bay and there's about a ten thousand foot dock off off the property and it's right near where he launches the boat to go fishing and well- you get the situation. I haven't seen it yet and I really need to. But anyway, neither tomorrow's fishing plan is going to work out due to weather, nor did it work out for us to go see the house today so I think we'll go see it tomorrow but in the meanwhile- what to do this afternoon? He mowed some this morning but it's just too hot out there to get the whole yard done. I took out compost and then, what to my wondering eyes should appear but more green beans?
What the hell? I rinsed out the compost pan and picked them into that. I got enough for one last good meal or two.
"Here's a planter for you," he said. It's a branch from the Chinaberry tree, I think, that woodpeckers have had their way with. The holes are really quite small so I shall have to ponder what to put in them. I think it is lovely.