I put this salad on the table for lunch yesterday and said I ought to charge myself $13 . Which is the kind of nerdy thing we say when we're particularly pleased with ourselves for a dish we throw together here. Grilled (& chilled) local beets, arugula, goat cheese. I drizzled olive oil and balsamic vinegar over it and had a slice of sourdough baguette too which made it even prettier but decided to sit and eat it instead of making more photos. Sometime you have to live life instead of shooting it, right?
It was part of our anniversary celebration day of diminishing momentum. In the course of 24 hours we devolved from weekend getaway to staycation (the most overused and annoying phrase of summer oh8) to afternoon outing to eh, why go anywhere. Granted, we had a beach down the street and kayaks ready to roll, a bottle of prosecco and great weather.
Plus a trip to the farmers market earlier left us with a kitchen full of choice organic grub.
Anyway, my point is, it was better than going away. In our amazingly long (for these days and for people who aren't really that old) marriage we have nailed, absolutely to perfection, our ability to hang out together, even though we don't get as much chance to devote a day to it as we used to. It'd be nice if our joint talents added up to remodeling homes and reselling them for great profit or some other sort of financial magic but, still, there's something to be said for the art of hanging. (I got some happy sock knitting done too but I'll hold off on that action and leave you with more farmers market.)