One of the many great things about summer are all the great, simple locavore meals. The other day for lunch, Elaine and I had venison burgers (from a deer I had killed) with Cherokee purple tomatoes and onions from our garden. Dessert was blackberry cobbler from blackberries that I had picked behind our house.
Tonight for dinner, the menu is eggs frittata (eggs courtesy of our Rhode Island Red hens) and blueberry cobbler. The blueberries come from our land on Potts Mountain. These are true feasts that mean summer to us.