Not an Awful Falafel Dinner

Today, Martin not only tilled up the grass to make way for a wide path, but he also hauled insane amounts of rocks and bricks. And then he came home, and in order to relax, he made Greek food.

After a rip-roaring thunderstorm, an expectant dining room:

The preparations (falafel balls, homemade tahini sauce, a party of peppers):

Our friend N brought a salad made entirely of her homegrown greens (Red Sails lettuce, spicy micro arugula). . .


What better after a scorching day than a good thunderstorm, lovely friends, and fantastic food?

PS. Saw Grassy Sam the Groundhog today ambling up our back hill steps, fat as ever. I blustered out of the door, yelling: Away! Away! BAD groundhog! To which Grassy Sam crouched in a mocking sort of way, gamboled away leisurely and then disappeared in some gap in the steps. I threw a piece of wood after him but he did not resurface. Perhaps we do need to borrow a Groundhog Trap. Oooo, Grassy Sam. We'll get you yet, you bounder.