Y’know the feeling when a meal is starting to wind down, and you’re feeling comfortably full — but the food is good, the company is good, and you just want to stretch it out as long as you can?
Well, I was at that stage this afternoon…
It was just me and Lindsey sitting at our hand-me-down kitchen table (our little monkey had started nodding off in her highchair a few minutes earlier, so we moved her into the bedroom so she could nap more comfortably) — and as the two of us sat there, sipping home bottled grape juice out of goblets and finishing off the last bit of “clapshot,” our conversation turned to the fantastic meal we had just demolished.
(We tend to talk about food quite a bit around here.)
As we went over the various menu items, it was kind of fun to think about how much of our meal was produced right here on our One Acre Lott.
The roasted beets, mashed turnips, baked potatoes, and steamed green beans all came out of our garden. The grapes themselves might have been picked from my parents’ vines, but they were juiced and bottled here. Heck, even the wild pheasant was harvested right here, up on the hillside.
We’d eaten a feast that was seriously fit for a king, and (with the exception of a few seasonings) the entire meal was produced right here…
As I finished off my last bite of pheasant, I couldn’t help but think about how blessed we’ve been this year. It truly has been a bounteous harvest.
I tell ya, my heart is full (and so is my stomach) because of the bounteous harvest we’ve been blessed with this year.
Very grateful, indeed!