Eh. It's not that hard. Not in Marin.
I know it will be over in two weeks. I'll have to concede that the tomatoes are fini, and yank them out. The rain will begin.
But, oh, what a great October we get around here.
Gazpacho at the Civic Center lagoon. Picnic table. Canada geese and mallard ducks. Sea gulls. Even a snowy egret. I think I saw a loon!
We brang the doggie, and he parked himself on the table, right next to the path, so everyone who walked by had to come over and pet his highness. He's nice to people (and scared of dogs).
Here's the soup. Pure. Just tomatoes, cukes, onion, sweet pepper, a little jalapeño, a bit of bread — blended. Oh, sure, and some salt and vinegar, plus my secret ingredient of a swig of Two Buck Chuck cab.
Then swirled in the bowl with garnishes of chopped cuke, tomato and red onion. A twinge of fleur de sel (in that fancy Limoges dish — don't worry, I didn't have to pay for the Limoges).
Can you believe this is a public picnic place? It was like personal heaven.