Have you ever heard the advice that if you wish to eat in the healthiest manner possible, you would do well to shop the "outer aisles" of the grocery store? Well, in the nearby town of Douglas Flats, there is a produce stand cleverly called The Outer Aisle. This place is loaded with wonderful fruits and vegetables from local farms. Aren't those purple and green peppers in the photo beautiful?
Sara and Baby E and I ventured over there today in search of fresh produce and we were certainly not disappointed. I came home with beautiful peppers, an heirloom tomato, some fresh white corn, basil, and a loaf of sourdough bread from a local baker. They had so much that I wanted to buy, but I had to limit myself so as not to waste anything. The man in line ahead of us bought $212 worth of produce, can you imagine? I hope he had hordes of people back at home to enjoy it! I passed up peaches and black ripe figs and eggplant and a staggering variety of heirloom tomatoes. But, you know what? I can always go back tomorrow!
Since my husband is away most of the week, I am on my own for dinner, which has its upsides and downsides. The downside obviously is that I am on my own, but the upside is that I can eat exactly what I like. No, not hot fudge sundaes.
Tonight, I am feasting on fresh corn and bruschetta. I may be dining alone, but I am dining in STYLE!!!
To make bruschetta, toast some sour dough bread slices and rub them with a cut garlic clove, then brush with olive oil. Cut up a good tomato, some fresh basil, and a bit of red or green pepper (if you like). Add some grated parmesan, and toss with some good olive oil and balsamic vinegar, some salt and pepper. If you LOVE garlic, chop some into the tomato mixture for a stronger flavor. Top the toast rounds with the tomato mixture. It doesn't get much better than this.
And the corn? omg It's August, and I hope wherever you are, you can get fresh local corn. Incomparable flavor. I remember one August when my husband and I were in Michigan, his cousin sent one of her kids out to the corn field to pick some fresh corn for dinner. She tossed it in a pot of boiling water, right out of the field, and my husband ate eight ears of corn. Seriously, it was that good.