Saturday, August 3, 2019

Bags Of Freshly Picked Produce And Sharing A Meal With Friends Who Have Become Family

A couple of weeks after we moved into our home back in July of 2012, we arrived home from running errands. There was a bag of freshly picked garden produce and sunflowers at our door. The bag was filled with corn, yellow squash, zucchini, tomatoes, and cucumbers. We were wide-eyed and excited. Lisa and I both grew up with fresh produce all Summer and we love it.

Less than an hour later, we discovered that it was Char and Bob who left the deliciousness and beautiful flowers at our door.

Since then, they have provided us with an abundance of fresh produce every Summer. Freshly picked blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, lettuce, radishes, cucumbers, green beans, tomatoes, zucchini, yellow squash, corn, eggplant, etc.

From the end of June until October, our refrigerator and freezer are stocked with fresh fruits and vegetables.

We enjoy it. Our kids enjoy it.

To extend our gratitude, we share what I make from their fresh fruits and vegetables. Jams. Quick bread. Fried green tomatoes. Fried eggplant. Soups. Summer ratatouille. Pies. Cookie bars. Etc.

We received a few bags of produce early yesterday evening.

Later today, Char and Bob will be joining us for dinner. I'll be using some of the cucumbers and tomatoes for my marinated vegetable dish and cooking the corn for all of us to enjoy.

Lisa and I love fresh garden produce. We both grew up gardening with our parents and grandparents. Our meals consisted of what was picked that day. At the peak of the season, some of our relatives made endless amounts of jams, pickles, relishes, bread, cookies, pies, etc.

Tonight, we'll have a platter of grilled fare, but the rest of the food is from their garden. The produce they've gifted us with over the week.

For us, it's a bit nostalgic.

It brings back a lot of sweet memories.

What makes it even greater, is that we get to share this meal with them. They're really incredible. Friends who have become family.

It doesn't get any better than that.

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