Coming into the home stretch

Sunday, around midday, we got in the car and drove for a while. We intended to go to Hopewell Valley Vineyards, but on the way we discovered that the Slow Food and Wine Festival that was taking place there had an admission price of $35/person. We detoured and went to Lambertville instead. A couple of bookstores caught my interest for a bit. We watched a pair of make-ways swim upstream. At our house, ducks and geese that embody the spirit of Mr. and Mrs. Mallard are now called "make-ways," after the Robert McCloskey book, Make Way for Ducklings. These two were actually mallards, 1 male and 1 female. We walked over the bridge to New Hope. The kids were really hungry by this point, but despite the appeal of sitting outdoors by the river, we could not find one place that enticed us. New Hope is not at all how I remember it from childhood excursions. Now it is like being on the boardwalk down at the shore. And not in a good way, in case you were thinking anything like that. So we drove home.

Sunday Lunch:

Red-leaf and salad mix with leftover shallot-lemon thyme vinigraitte.
A hummus sandwich for Desta.
Mac and cheese for Kailani.
A little leftover tabouli.

Sunday dinner:

More salad, despite Matt's protestations. More leftover vinigraitte.
We actually had 3 beets left, not two, and that was enough to make some golden beet soup with fresh tarragon from a recipe in The Millenium Cookbook. Matt even made fresh stock with the beet greens and some celery, carrots, and onion. Also some tofu-dill sour cream that was swirled into the soup.

Damn good soup.

Monday lunch:

Matt has packed me some leftover soup and some of the sour cream on the side.

Plan for the evening:

I am thinking of Fusilli with Greens and Feta, or some other pasta with Greens and Harissa. I won't be home, though, so it all depends on Matt's fancy. If I have time, I would like to make a big batch of scape pesto.