Beneath an Edible Canopy
(Via washingtonpost.com - A Cook's Garden by Barbara Damrosch)
The long, rustic table is laden with platters of vegetables, grilled fish, crusty bread, good wine. Mama and Papa (that's me and Eliot) smile beneficently as three generations feast on the garden's bounty, with babies crawling and toddlers toddling on the patio stones at our feet. Every now and then someone reaches up and plucks a bunch of ripe grapes from the vines on the arbor above.
The long, rustic table is laden with platters of vegetables, grilled fish, crusty bread, good wine. Mama and Papa (that's me and Eliot) smile beneficently as three generations feast on the garden's bounty, with babies crawling and toddlers toddling on the patio stones at our feet. Every now and then someone reaches up and plucks a bunch of ripe grapes from the vines on the arbor above.
