I remember summer meals when I was growing up that came almost entirely from the garden. Usually new potatoes, green beans, cucumber and tomato salad, and, not from the garden, something like cottage cheese on the side. I always thought it was pretty cool, even when I wasn't too keen on everything on my plate (the green beans I had growing up were never quite cooked to my liking and ended up squeaking between my teeth--very weird).
Our dinner tonight wasn't quite entirely from the garden, but it was close. The delectable rye bread you see was paired with a tasty borscht made with beets and cabbage from our garden.
Timothy's response was "not like" although he still had several bites. Patrick LOVED it.
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