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Arrived home last night and began my sous-chef duties for the frittata on the evening's menu. My spouse has a way with egg dishes (which I rather definitively do not) and thus would be executive chef for the evening. I was happy to do the veggie prep in exchange for not having to worry about the mysterious transactions between eggs and heat. We had a whole mess of yummy produce in the fridge that

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The home-grown tomatoes in their home kitchen just after harvest. Yesterday was the 26th annual Massachusetts Tomato Festival and Contest at Boston City Hall. You can learn all about the winners here. I held down the fort in the office while our ED attended the contest, but I didn't mind ... because there is a week-long Homegrown Tomato Festival going on in my own kitchen! It began this weekend

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Oh my goodness, I actually have a few followers. Thanks to each of you for your moral support! The important news today is that the first-ever farmers market blog-a-thon, aptly entitled Loving Local, begins this Sunday, August 22nd! The blog-a-thon is the brainchild of Tinky Weisblat, cookbook author, activist, and soprano, who blogs and shares delicious recipes over at In Our Grandmother's

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I love the fact that the first piece of food I ate today was a peach bought at yesterday's Davis market from my favorite flirtatious farmer. I love that I had to stop texting a co-worker about logistics for the day because peach juice was dripping onto my phone. When I eat locally grown food, dead ripe and juicy, I remember to slow down and live my life more fully -- with less multi-tasking and

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Me: These are musings on my life as a foodie.   You: Oy Vey! Please not another one. Why don't you just bury me in recipes for heirloom tomato tartlets, describe your favorite local farmer in folksy prose, get holier-than-thou about the virtues of the dinner table, post a couple hundred veggieporn photos, and call it a day?! Me: Okay, scratch that -- some of those things might happen here from

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