A Bushel on the BBQ
” I gotta get home there’s a garden to tend,
All the seeds from the fruit buried and began
Their own family trees, teach them thank you and please
As they spread their own roots then watch the young fruit grow again
This old trail will lead me right back to where it begins” Home, By Jack Johnson
The tea you made yesterday and set in the sun to steep is ready this morning. Pouring it over the ice in the cup the sweetness fills you up. A little mint, some thyme from the kitchen garden and dried chicory root from that store down south. Just a touch of honey from the hive in the back by the almond trees.
Its hot this morning, hotter than yesterday, good for the tomatoes, makes the tea a welcome respite. The farm stand down the way will be open soon. Head out the door with bag in hand and cash in pocket. Back in the kitchen the tomatoes, garlic, zucchini, peppers, onions and cucumbers are sliced thick and tossed onto the hot grill. A few minutes on each side softens them up nicely. A little salt, pepper and fresh herbs from the garden, basil and oregano a sprinkle of marjoram all in a big bowl with the bushel off the BBQ and lunch is ready.
Keeping it simple, making it your own.
“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique.”
From The Life and Work of Martha Graham