I loved this meal. I wasn’t much of an Instagrammer at the time, but I couldn’t resist taking a picture of the beautiful harvest I’d just collected from the garden! It was last summer, our first “real” garden feast…my skin was sunburnt (not a good habit for a ginger like me), there was dirt embedded in my knees (from digging potatoes in shorts), definitely dirt under my fingernails (though I’ve never been one for polished cuticles), and probably the silliest smile stuck onto my face. I was so happy, and so sure of the path we were on. Now if only the snow would melt and we could get back to our meals being this fresh!