When the raw ingredients are this good, it's hard to go messing with them any more than you have to.
Last night, our supper was mushrooms. A good, filling, heaping bowl of cut-up mushrooms, sauteed in butter. Deeply satisfying.
Lunch (brunch, actually, by the clock) was a strawberry smoothie. We used up some odds and ends of dairy from the fridge (yogurt, half & half, buttermilk) and spun a whole basket of berries in the blender with some ice and a little honey. [Insert Homer Simpson snorfing noises here.]
I shouldn't be surprised, but it's interesting to notice that as I consume a diet of strictly local food, my cooking has sort of reverted to plain, simple hippie food.
A smoothie? I don't drink smoothies!
But it was good!
(Wait. Maybe I do drink smoothies. Now!)