I’ve never blogged, posted, taken photos of food. Now is the time. The photo below may look jumbled but believe me, this was a plateful of really fresh food for last night’s island supper. Can’t help stopping at the organic Beech Hill Farm whenever I drive by.
Tiny new red potatoes that could almost be eaten raw (maybe some folks do?), first tomatoes of the season, purple onions that glistened with freshness, and just-the-right-size zucchini. I’m told that squash blossoms are a delicacy. People go to Beech Hill Farm asking for just the blossoms. I was adventurous, sauteing one with my veggies for dinner. Edible, yes, but I’m not sure I’d call it a delicacy.
Dessert was a piece of blueberry-rhubarb pie concocted by the good ladies of the Somesville Meeting House church, “An Open and Affirming Congregation. A Just Church.” Every Wednesday at noon piles of boxed pies appear on a table by the church on Main Street in Somesville, wreaking havoc on the already turtlely slow traffic weaving through Mount Desert Island’s picturesque first village, which was established in 1761.
I meant to save the pie for Brook and Gian’s arrival tomorrow evening. How could I? I’ve been eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Shared a piece with my friend Mary D., who immediately said “yes” when I told her the “just” church ladies made it. The most likely, lardy flaky crust, the right amount of unsickly sweetness, was a perfect match of stunningly blue blueberries and recently picked rhubarb.
I promise to get another pie on Wednesday. And did I say that I’m at the Common Good Cafe across from Seawall, the entrance to Acadia National Park on the quiet side of Mt. Desert Island? For a donation you can feast on popovers and strong coffee, gaze at the fabulous ocean view and be in technology land? I’m outa here. On my way to Wonderland…