One Local Summer – Week 8

Adam, Esther, and Dan chowing down

Living out in small-town America with only your husband and dog as pals, you sometimes forget how great it is to have good friends around. Though I’m far from the world’s most sociable person — I probably require quite a bit more down time than average — I do in fact love to have friends over, especially for a good meal. This weekend, when Esther and Adam visited, Dan and I decided to show them how we roll, taking them on a strenuous hike up the Appalachian Trail, and then stuffing them with an all-local grilled lunch and homemade sorbet.

potato salad

grilled lunch

Clockwise from the top, everything purchased that day from farmers at the Walloomsac Farmers’ Market [Bennington, VT - 18 mi], unless otherwise noted:

  • Goat and Flower cheese from Berle Farms [Hoosick, NY - 20 mi]
  • Grilled corn [Williamstown - 5 mi]
  • Grilled leeks [Peace Valley Farm, Williamstown, MA - 5mi]
  • Grilled pattypan squash
  • New potato salad with local dill, chives, and non-local garlic, EVOO, salt, pepper, mustard
  • Fermented dill pickles
  • Heirloom pink tomato quarters

sorbet

For dessert, we had strawberry and peach sorbet made with New York State peaches, Williamstown strawberries, honey from Copper Dog Hill [White Creek, NY - 28 mi], and non-local sugar.

Folks, if you can’t have good friends over for lunch, you can just make up for it with a midday dessert. Luckily, this weekend I had both.

2 Comments

  1. Emily
    Posted August 20, 2007 at 9:17 pm | Permalink

    That looks absolutely scrumptious!

  2. esther
    Posted August 25, 2007 at 7:41 pm | Permalink

    I have to say that it was exciting to try new foods: pattypan squash, goat & clover cheese, and lemon cucumbers, and to taste familiar ones for the first time again: sorbet, corn, and that amazing bread that was well worth burning my finger for. (It’s healing nicely, by the way). Tonight I tasted some sorbet at a Providence ice cream shop and could not bring myself to buy a scoop. It just wasn’t as good as yours. xoxo

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