We got our hands on some contraband this week, and I don’t mind tellin ya that I’m feeling pretty guilty about it.
Although the gorgeousness above was, in fact, the view from our bedroom window one night last fall. Well, without the words in the sky. With the words, it’s a more accurate depiction of the view inside my head some days. Anyway, the contraband in question was something like these. From Mexico.
And these. From Chile.
And these. From “USA.”
Plus a little California rainbow chard. In NJ. In the middle of bleakest February. I know, I know. Pure evil, right? I can’t remember exactly when I started feeling debilitating guilt for serving fruit salad to my children, but, in fact, I do. And between the guilt, and the week off from school for the dead Presidents, and the alarming number of new bells and whistles I’ve added to this website in the past week (speaking of which, be sure to keep arms and legs inside the vehicle around here from now on for your own personal safety, while you print, email, share on Facebook and buy me on amazon.com) – I’m afraid there’s really nothing to see here this week. No recipes, no stories, nada. I’m sorry! Have a good week, and I’ll see you on the 24th.