Veggie Tales (with Cheese)

The end of summer brings with it a bounty of incredible organic, locally-grown fruits and vegetables, picked at their peak. Sheer perfection on a vine! Our largest farmer’s market, held in the shadow of the Marin County Civic Center designed by Frank Lloyd Wright, is a treasure trove of other-worldly delights. On our latest visit, we saw pink carrots, golden raspberries, and purple potatoes which Claire pronounced “simply gorgeous”.

For dinner we roasted up a beautiful medley of vegetables with some olive oil and rosemary to accompany grilled lamb with lemon and herbes de Provence. The miniature Japanese eggplant didn’t go over so well, and lately the ruling majority is down with mushrooms, but everything else is usually a go. People say, “Your kids are such good eaters!” but I don't feed them anything else, so how would they know differently?

Conversation at the dinner table circled around the topic of 9/11, with Chloé commenting that no mention was made to mark the day at her new high school. We’ll never forget? How quickly. Cheese turned out to be the real hot button of the evening. James says that anyone who eats dairy ends up cow shaped, but the rest of us argue for the quality of life – what would la vie be without fromage?

Besides, "cheese" is one of Jack's favorite words (along with "car", "go", "stop", and "shoes"), and how could anyone deny him anything?