A Sunday morning brunch at home. I adore having the time on the weekend to cook a lazy meal. This one consisted of breakfast sausage patties, whole wheat biscuits and scrambled eggs with onions. I added sliced tomatoes, blueberries and coffee to my meal. Scott skipped the fruit and veg and drank Diet Pepsi with his plate (he prefers his caffeine cold and carbonated). I dabbed a bit of the Orange Rhubarb Butter on my biscuits, Scott just went with a bit of butter.

Shay and I went blueberry picking at Mood’s Farm Market in Mullica Hill, NJ today. The blueberries are unusually early this year (typically they’re not ripe until around July 4th) but I’m delighted to have them back in my life for as long as they last. Standing in the sandy soil, eating warm berries straight from the bush, it felt truly like summer.

(Just one question. Do blueberries give anyone else extra-sensitive teeth?)

I missed cherry picking this season and so haven’t been able to have my annual cherry binge (I believe that it’s important to overindulge in sweet cherries at least once a year). Happily, Whole Foods had a one-day sale today that put cherries at nearly the same price they’d be had I picked them myself ($1.99 a pound). I stopped by this afternoon and bought nearly 14 pounds (I also have a few preserving projects in mind for those juicy red orbs).

I ate them by the handful as I walked home, spitting cherry seeds and dropping stems all along 20th Street. Once back in the apartment, I settled down with the portion you see above and ate until my belly was near to bursting. It was divine and I plan to do it again tomorrow.

Oh happy, happy CSA pick-up day. Today’s share included a dozen eggs, a little wedge of cheese, 3/4 a pound of green beans (sadly, Scott won’t tough them), arugula, four cucumbers, sour cherries, a bunch of tender carrots, two big green onions (standard onions that have not been cured for storage) and a huge bundle of basil.

We’ve already eaten most of the carrots. The cherries are going to be a small batch of jam. The basil will become pesto for the freezer. And I’ll eat all the string beans.

I’ve been a sicky of late.

A gorgeous Friday morning outside the Philadelphia Museum of Art.