If you knew how blandly suburban this neighborhood I live in is, you'd never call it farm land. There are SUVs on the street, kids playing wiffle ball next door, the tinkle of wind chimes from over the fence. Roses. Juniper bushes. Swimming pools.
But in my secret enclave in the backyard, I am raising hell. I mean vegetables.
For supper last night we made a tart of whole-wheat flour crust (and butter and cream), filled with home-grown tomatoes, some herbs, and a sauteed onion. The veggies went over the partially blind-baked crust, which was first smeared with Bodega Goat Cheese crema (groan!), and then it was topped with grated Spring Hill dry jack. Oh, mommy.
We ate the leftovers today with an impromptu salad of backyard lettuce, cucumber slices and (purchased) radishes. It was a total Farmhouse Lunch. I nominate this meal for this week's One Local Summer.
Details: Cream and butter, Clover. Whole-wheat flour and onion, Full Belly Farm. Radishes, Marin Roots.