This morning while I was still tucked in my bed snoozing, my lovely grandmother went about to the Shawville Farmer's Market. A very dear friend of hers sells his produce there, and there is a woman who sells the best baked goods in the county, so she came home with a bounty of fresh foods and called me over for lunch.
There is something to be said for that first taste of a locally grown, vine ripened tomato. It has the most exquisite acidity, but is still sweet. Sandwiched between two thick slabs of whole wheat bread, toasted and buttered, well friends - there is nothing better.
We've decided to make a weekly go of this - and surprised we hadn't thought of it til now. This was also the first week that we've been there early enough to nab a quiche before they're sold out! Can't beat that kind of goodness when it's only a few blocks down the street.