We were out of town for the long holiday weekend, but I was excited to get back knowing the black raspberries in the backyard had probably started to ripen while we were away.
We didn’t get home until nearly dark last night, so I accepted the fact I was going to have wait until sunrise to see what berry surprise awaited me for breakfast this morning.
That is of course, until I remembered the reason they invented flashlights:
to spy on your ripe berries in the dark.
Our latest homeschooling adventure was one called Pick Your Own – and no, I’m not talking “noses” here. No lessons needed with that one I’m afraid. We’re already pros.
Yes, we went berry picking. Another day, another field trip – this time for more local, fresh strawberries. Our third trip in the span of a week for these red bundles of joy got me thinking: I haven’t always gotten so nerdily excited when it comes to eating foods in season.
Asparagus is not yet in season here in upstate NY, but we’ve been eating it recently despite this small fact because I think I’ve been brainwashed into doing so.
The stores always seem to jump the gun with the holiday decorations and seasonal merchandise – shelves currently loaded with pastel candy and green beaded necklaces well in advance of any bunnies needing supplies to make up baskets or a dude named Patrick getting ready to chase some snakes out of Ireland. It’s no wonder I’ve had a hankering for spring produce! I blame consumerism.
Lately I’ve been keeping an eye out for grain free, sugar free breakfast ideas. Thanks to The Primal Blueprint, I’ve been feeling this urge to put a little space between me and my typical breakfast of champi-oats.
Ask and apparently you shall receive! Didn’t a recipe for a bitter chocolate pumpkin cake land in my virtual lap? I saw it here first at Heather Eats Almond Butter and then clicky clicked my way over to a Spoonful of Sugar Free for the original recipe for this wonder of sugarless, no grain, breakfast wonders.
Whenever I say “Ratatouille”, I always want to say it twice and then the chorus Rock Me Amadeus starts to play in my head.
What? Is that just me? Probably.
So… Ratatouille. Yeah. I’m fairly sure “Ratatouille” is French for “what the hell am I going to do with all these summer vegetables?”
My mom has been making Ratatouille and raving to me about it during recent phone conversations. When she described what went into it, I realized that I had every single one of the ingredients in my overstocked-with-produce fridge. That’s what I call vegetable fate.
Party in the park!
We had fun at the park today with rulers and colored pencils learning about vertical lines, horizontal lines, diagonal lines, and the different kind of shapes we can make with these lines. Good stuff.
Maxine wants to hear that last bit on “vertical lines” one more time though.
We worked on our balance and poise a bit too.
Running short on time, I threw everything portable I had into a bag before we ran out the door. We had a small lunch at the park, lets call this Lunch Part I.
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