My beloved is downstairs making pesto. We bought a little goat cheese and fresh pita bread, yesterday, so looks like we shall be having pesto ‘pizzas’ for dinner this evening, with capers and sliced Roma tomatoes picked fresh from the vines out front.
I think it is difficult to imagine a more tasty time of year. We were late getting our tomatoes in the ground this year. I no longer recall why, but I do not think we have suffered for it.
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