I know people who would not consider this lunch. Lunch is a sandwich, right?
Well, as my gastroenterologist said, bread is junk.
I'm not giving up bread, because I like a sandwich too. Now and then.
But this is lunch. And the USDA would definitely approve of this plate.
Behold, the first harvest of homegrown blueberries. Damn, they are sweet! So different from supermarket berries. The texture is snappy and juicy, not potato-y. The flavor is — I have to say this — *blue*.
A leisurely graze through this plate of wonder (the cottage cheese is Cowgirl Creamery, the roasted almonds are Massa, the peach is Kashiwase, and what have they been doing? It was fantastic), divided between two of us (we shared one spoon), felt so nurturing. Taste explosions. Protein bombs. Sweet, sweet fruit. And as we approached the end of the food on the plate, we were satisfied, full. Happy.
What a way to eat.