Cherry Tomatoes and a Potato Salad
"What's for lunch...Potato salad?" He asked.
"Yes. And a cherry tomato cucumber salad." I said.
"No sandwich?" He asked.
"Nope. You'll be starving." I said.
There was. There is so much. There are so many. A lot. Whole foods. Fruits and vegetables have taken over. I'm not complaining.
I prepped the melon and rinsed the blueberries. I can't forget the cherries. And those four dying peaches perched in a bowl in the back of the fridge.
Greek yogurt. Maple syrup. Peaches (diced). Breakfast.
A bag of cherries each. Fruit course. Lunch.
Canteloupe. Fruit course. Dinner.
Roberto had to slice the cucumber in half.
"It doesn't fit in the bag." He said.
The cucumber halves stood side by side, well above the lip of the bag.
It was a very long cucumber. 22 1/2 inches to be exact.
A cherry tomato cucumber salad. Salt. Pepper. Olive oil. Red wine vinegar. Lunch.
Baby reds. Vidalia. Celery. Capers. Parsley. Salt. Pepper. Grainy mustard. Mayo. Olive oil. Potato salad. Lunch.
I'm not complaining.