Despite the fact that our marriage last summer seemed to cram every last second into wedding planning, this summer seems to be a bit of a blur, perhaps evidenced by this telling photo. As my dear cousin Tim says (with an all-American spirit), "Good times, good times."
Cooking good food slows things down a bit, and takes time. There's shopping, chopping, & cleaning up.
Many a meal warranted photos, but as a relative newcomer to the blog scene, my husband & I had to come to an agreement that there are meals that beg to be eaten fresh off the grill when meat is tender & stomaches are rumbling. Suffice it to say, I'm learning the ropes of when to ask someone to hold their fork, & when just to let it go...
I have been remiss in my blogging settling into married life, I have failed to call my grandmother with guilt & shame no matter how much I think about her, we shove off to San Miguel Allende, MX next weekend on a trip that seemed all to far away when we first started our planning in July after riots errupted in Oaxaca (our original plan.)
But with the ten-day weather forecast predicting the end of a glorious Indian summer, I feel a need to revisit the past like a flashback, Proust-style.
Since you've already seen more than a few lip-smacking photos, let me explain that "Fiesta Mexicana" has become a time-honored tradition for The Spanish Table. Having grown to 150 attendees, this annual tequila & meat fest with drunken pinata games & flamenca dancing, our little shindig has become a not-to-be-missed event. August 2006 featured my boss's pork cooked in a traditional Cuban/Chinese box & the best darn live mariachi band yet. I'll see what I can do if you are a real Mex-head, next year...
and volunteer potatoes from our very own plot. Patatas bravas were never better!
I find a spirituality in gardening not felt elsewhere in my world, & so I cherish harvest-time as none other. I can scarcely look another pimiento de padron in the eye, as our crop has been so bountiful, while others pay $12 a plate at the Harvest Vine.
Unlike our dear friend Shakespeare, I sleep to find I'm already dreaming... Amen.