Those lima beans

Eastside Road, October 9, 2010—

SATURDAY, HENCE MARKET DAY, hence salmon and lima beans, this time of year. Lindsey got the last of the Willowleaf limas from Middleton Gardens, whose soil, as Donna the woman who runs Nancy's Saturday stand pointed out, has a truly special quality — those gardens are on rich soil at the foot of the hills west of the river, in the lee of weather from the ocean, exposed to morning and midday sun. Truly an enviable setting, and the produce is truly special, whether strawberries, onions, beans, or pears.

  



Well, we got the last of the limas, and L. shelled them while we watched the hated Yankees finish their sweep of the Twins. She steams them in a bit of water, adding butter when they're done, and broils the salmon in the usual way, and slices some tomatoes. Half our dining is exploratory, in restaurants from here to Sicily; half is familiar, domestic, repetitive: mind and body both are nourished. We like it. Green salad, of course, and further work on last night's bottle of vin rouge.