Perfect weather set the stage for a perfectly enjoyable Father’s Day Weekend … Saturday yard work, dinners on the deck, and … not much else. Delightful.
I keep missing the perfect light in which to photograph the vegetable garden, but it’s coming along quite well. I’m crossing my fingers and hope it’s not a curse to repeat that my neighbor mentioned the garden “looks better than it ever has.” We might be able to harvest green beans and cucumbers this week. All the afternoon rain showers have been a garden blessing.
Here’s a peek at the child-sized handful of ripening blueberries we greedily picked from our three recently planted bushes. Although they are barely knee high now, local blueberry experts (i.e. friends and neighbors) assure me they are going to be producing more berries than we can possibly eat. I dearly hope that is true. I also dearly hope the neighborhood deer do not discover these delicacies planted in plain view. Shhhh!
Did you ever rush to plant something in the fall to give it a head start, prep the soil well, baby it against the cold, and rejoice in the spring to find it happily growing away? Have you also done this and realized you left out a giant important step? Why do you ask? We carved out a new planting bed in the front yard (perfect full sun area for some as yet unplanted columnar apple trees) and put in some lovely foundation shrubs but utterly forgot to put down a weed barrier to prevent unsightly Bermuda grass from reclaiming the land. What a mess! Picture my lovingly tended front lawn (thanks to my devoted son), nicely shaped trees, tasteful annuals (pink pentas, blue salvia, and white vinca), and the new bed choked with quickly spreading Bermuda. Acrgh! With the help of a family friend, my husband tackled the thankless job of raking back the mulch, putting down weed barrier, and re-mulching. Much better now. Alas, no photos. That is what your imagination is for.
All that work killed our appetite for cooking (besides, I had already whipped up cheese waffles for late breakfast). Thanking my stars that my family loves a good carb-fest, I pulled out all the stops for this calorie laden extravaganza.
Do you need a close up of that bread?
It actually was as delicious as it looked. I’ll share the recipe because I found it by accident while I was searching Pinterest for something I’ve now forgotten. I was out of sun dried tomatoes so I added extra garlic, butter and cheese. No one complained.
All we needed to round out the meal was a simple leaf lettuce salad dressed with a simple vinaigrette (a tablespoon of mustard, a whole lemon, juiced, and as much olive oil as you want to take out the pucker, about a third of a cup, salt & pepper),
Drinks were my new favorite, Palomas or grapefruit soda and tequila. As you can guess I didn’t really measure, but if you’re one of those who do, here’s a recipe. I didn’t bother with salt and I used a soda from Trader Joe’s.
Compost bucket? Since it was a lazy weekend I just kept piling, so you can’t really see all the banana skins from the overripe bunch I broke into chunks and froze for smoothies. Eggs were for waffles, lemon for vinaigrette, watemelon for snacking, and teabags for our summer staple.
Oh, and for actual Father’s Day, we had a twist to our day, and hence a complication for dinner … but it was actually a gift and we ended up with luscious last-minute lobster roll sandwiches our way: challah hot dog rolls with the tops sliced, buttered, and gently broiled, then filled with chunks of butter-and-lemon laced sweet broiled lobster PLUS chunks of roasted wild Alaskan cod. The cod makes the sandwich feel decadently full, while the lobster sweetens the cod and tricks the taste buds into thinking you’re eating double the crustacean. Ours was a happy dad.
Hope your weekend was lovely too.