the fridge tells all…

Before leaving on a long trip, I try to clean out the fridge as well as I can so that I don’t come home to funky smells or unwanted biology experiments. I use up every morsel possible, and resist buying anything that was not absolutely necessary.

The flip side is that coming home to an empty fridge is, well, quite depressing in my book. A house without anything to eat is a sad state of affairs, so I try to remedy the situation as quickly as possible.

This time I might have gone a little overboard.

My first trip to the farmers market yielded an embarrassment of riches in the form of delicious edibles: farm-fresh eggs, a case of melons, a case of assorted peaches and nectarines, a large bag of baby romaine, and an assortment of fresh herbs.

Our first week back was a happy whirlwind of cooking and eating out on the patio, enjoying summer’s bounty as provided by the local farms that populate the areas just outside of Los Angeles.

It’s nice to travel, to visit friend and family and far-off places, but it’s always nice to come home.

I’m very happy to be back home in the bungalow…