Day 15

This is what Matt did to his breakfast this morning: sourdough pancakes with blackberries (and peaches, optional) and maple syrup and bacon.

Day 13

Peaches. Yum.

There may be handpies tomorrow, if I can get my act together. I've had my eye on these for a while. Matt doesn't care for peaches much, so I guess it'll be up to me to eat them.

Day 12

Matcha for the madeleines I made today. The madeleines themselves were less than entirely successful, so the recipe will have to wait.

Day 7

Wednesday is Farmer's Market Day, which involves me dragging Matt out of bed far earlier than he deems civil, and then fighting our way through the crowds downtown to buy a good part of our weekly produce. The blackberries are Chester blackberries, and are my favourite of the varieties we've tried so far. Before moving to Portland, blackberries were such a rare thing that I had no idea that there were multiple varieties. Now, they are a regular part of summer.

Also, apropos of not much, I love the word "aubergine" instead of eggplant.

And the arugula, shallots and green beans (along with the corn that I had to buy at our local not-farmer's market) went into this salad, which is quickly becoming a mainstay on our table.

Day 6

Chuck, as usual, has to be involved in anything I do. He is constantly underfoot, dipping tail or whiskers into anything he can reach. Sometimes, like it is here, it's really cute. Other times, not so much.

The salt cellar he is currently investigating was a gift from a friend of my parents who I have known my entire life. It is a little painted clay pot from Panama, and it holds coarse sea salt. It generally lives on the windowsill beside our table.

Day 3

One of my coworkers has a plum tree growing next to her apartment, with the branches reaching conveniently to her balcony. The plums have finally ripened, and she brought in a bag of them today for all of us to share. I haven't actually tasted one yet, so I can't say if they are any good or not, but I thought that the colour was so pretty and mottled that I wanted to try to capture it. Each plum has tiny white speckles all over it, as well, like freckles or something. They are visible in the flickr set that this picture is linked to.

Ordinarily, I would bake something with these, but Matt doesn't care for plums, so I think they will probably just go into my morning yogurt bowl for the next couple of days.

Day 1

I made bread very late last night - or maybe very early this morning. It is a no-knead sourdough loaf, my regular. I think perhaps I need to work on expanding my bread-baking repertoire.