Before making it into the house today, I grabbed a basket from the shed and dug for gold. My very first, perfect, beautiful Yukon gold potatoes. I nabbed a few snap peas to go with them (although between the dogs and my husband they are fewer than I would like). The eggs needed a place to nestle too. I feel awfully lucky looking into this basket.
Last night's dinner was strawberries from the farm down the road, served on an oven puff pancake made from our hens' eggs. So good. The hens are laying like crazy, and the eggs are strong and good. We miss Hilda, but her eggs had been weak for some time.
Meals in May truly are like no other.
