Yesterday we ate a very simple meal for lunch: cooked potatoes, roast chicken, and steamed red beets. The potatoes and beets I’d grown in our garden; the chicken was amongst 30 raised for us by my very dear mother-in-law. The two of us butchered them all in a day close to the end of August.
For supper, I fried up the leftover potatoes with salt, pepper, garlic, and onion, reheated the beets, and scrambled eggs from chickens that the kids and I are looking after. Another simple meal, but oh-so-tasty.
Food tastes so much better when one knows where it came from, or one raised it oneself. It is marvellous (meaning something to marvel at) when there is enough, or more accurately in North America, an abundance, of food.
It truly is glorious – an everyday miracle.
Here’s the inspiration for this post’s title: