The acorns rain across the lawn with the breeze. Squirrels disturb baskets of them when they chase each other through the branches. Tires crunch and scatter them when I drive down Freedom Street. The chipmunks and squirrels must feel like they’ve happened upon a feast this year.
We’ve been savoring the warm ripe tomatoes with sliced mozzarella olive oil and basil from the garden. My brother and sister-in-law just headed back to California today. Bob’s been giving me lessons- at our senior ages, still the big brother- in the right olive oil, among many other things. I happened to choose light oil last time I stood in front of the ever-growing varieties of oil. For luscious snacks like this, I should have cold pressed extra virgin oil! Who knew? The extra virgin means it comes first from the press. My sub standard light may have been a third or fourth press.. and all the flavor squeezed out already…..
So when I head to Market Basket this week I head for the olive oils and pick a dark green extra virgin cold pressed. Sounds like something at Starbucks. Maybe if I watched more cooking shows I’d know.
We had a great visit. Lobster and leftover lobster, mussels, lasagna… we ate like kings and finished off today with a lobster roll and mussels at the Dolphin. We had many destinations in mind, but in the end spent most of our time over coffee cups or wine glasses listening to family stories.
Tonight – the gym, and tomorrow- back to the salad bowl!
