Around 6:00 this evening I realized that I had no clue what Jeff and I were going to have for dinner. Although we try to plan our meals out in advance, this happens more often than I care to admit, and it usually results in us ordering sushi or hitting Chipotle.
Tonight, though, I had to get to my writers group by 7:00, so those weren’t options. What’s more, we’d been to the farmer’s market over the weekend, so we had a fridge full of gorgeous produce that I couldn’t bear to let go to waste.
So this is what I came up with:
Honestly, I wasn’t planning on photographing dinner.
But something about the simple beauty of the season’s gifts compelled me to pause and appreciate the blessing of nourishing food: heirloom tomatoes, bicolor corn, and a simple salad of yellow peppers, sweet onion, and line-caught tuna over baby greens. Every bite was delicious.
We finished off our meal with apple slices and almonds, and I made it to my meeting on time.
Good thing I didn’t know what we were going to have for dinner tonight.
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When’s the last time you felt truly blessed to be eating the food on your plate? Please take a moment to share!
Corinne says
Every single day I feel truly blessed to have the wonderful food that I have. I put together simple, delicious, healthy meals like yours ALL the time from whatever I bought at the farmers market. I am always so puzzled when people say they don't know what to eat.