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« His wait is almost over | Main | Which will it be? Diet or ice cream? » Monday, April 16, 2007My fridge after a rainy Sunday
I ran to Wilson Farms early yesterday morning before the heavy downpour began, then came home and cleaned out the fridge, a satisfying project. Then I put everything away, made lunches for the week (yogurt in little pots on the top left shelf, along with bags and containers of fruit, plus five blue-topped salads on the top right shelf). The weekly pot of soup, cauliflower and butternut squash, is in the mustard-colored Le Creuset on the bottom shelf, with the overflow in the tall white container next to it. On top, in the yellow bowl, is salad for this evening. I try to make two every other day. To the left is a stack of interesting eggs: quail eggs on top, which I thought I'd try, Araucana blue and other colored eggs from Codman Farm, and some from a photo shoot marked "baking only." Various containers on the bottom right hold leftover roast tomatoes, a dish of asparagus, some deviled eggs with tuna (a new favorite, made with tuna in olive oil from Italy), and roast chicken on baby Yukon Gold potatoes with spring onions. I make a pot of soup every week until the comforter comes off the bed -- usually around Memorial Day. Last night, the golden cups were especially welcome. So was the comforter. Posted by Sheryl Julian at 11:29 AM
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