This season right now is my favorite of seasons at the farmers market for the abundance of fruit. Bitting into the perfectly ripe peach so that it’s juices run the long of my pinky down to my elbow tells me that summer is here. Seeing my son’s face stained red from all the berries shows that their sweetness is hard to resist. The bing cherries are making an appearance and it’s hard to make it home with a full bag, my red fingers and tongue giving away my secret indulgence of the drive home. I love summer fruits. I love the juicy, sweet nectars and happiness it brings me, my body and my family. That’s why after going to the market yesterday morning, this was our lunch.
I grew up on an organic “farm” in the country side in France. Whatever could grow in my region, my parents grew. We had an abundance of fruit trees and berry bushes, as well as a field of strawberries and nut trees. Several times my siblings and I would come home from school for lunch to find a table filled with fruit and nuts freshly picked from our garden. We were always happy to find such a treat. I told myself that when I grow up, I would treat my family to meals made of delicious seasonal fruit like my parents did. Although my table today is not nearly as abundant as it was when I was a kid, since all we had to do as kids is walk outside and eat our hearts desire, whereas today I have to spend a pretty penny to get the most decadent, pesticide free fruit (totally worth it), we still get to fill our bellies up and be fully satisfied and blissed out. This is just a momentary solution until we own a piece of land big enough for me to grow all this deliciousness myself. In the meantime, I feel VERY fortunate to live in a city where local farmers share their most precious foods and where I get to support their efforts while feeding my family well. Mother nature always provides. No need to look very far to feel amazing with what we put in our bodies.
Pamplemousse 