Summer cooking

This week's veggie sack had more chard and beets, spinach, lettuces, carrots, tomatoes, green beans and even more bloody zucchini.

Last night I turned the beet greens and chard into a frittata to be eaten cold, made a yellow bean (from last week) and potato salad flavoured with mustard, green onion and cilantro and cooked and dressed the beets. Together with some left over flageolet salad it made a very pleasant cold supper for a very hot evening.

Today's trip to the market yielded pork, steak, carrots, really nice Yukon golds, peaches, mint, runny blue sheep's milk cheese and bread. Tomorrow I intend to make a spicy Peruvian pork and potato stew which will be served with yuca and an onion and tomato salad. It will be my first attempt at Peruvian food.

No weddings and a funeral

It wasn't really a funeral. It was the memorial party for my uncle who died earlier in the week, but Sheena read the Auden poem that features in the movie. Apart from Chris' sons; Neill and Ian, I was the only blood relative there. It's part of the immigrant experience. It was positive. It was a celebration not an outpouring of grief. I met my cousins who I have seen far too little of. We took the kittens because they had to be fed. Somehow it seemed fitting. How better to celebrate a life than with new life?

I am quite sad. I am now the third oldest living male in the clan.

So it goes.