Wednesday, September 23, 2009


I picked Mom up from her house late yesterday afternoon and we drove to Fairmont to pick up my prescriptions. Driving through this country at this time of year is about the best thing one can imagine. We took old Highway 16 there and the Huntley road home. Several fields of soybeans have already been harvested and the rest look ripe and ready.

Even though the leaves are only starting to turn, the rich auburn soybean fields offset by the still vivid green ditches and farmyards creates a striking contrast. In the absence of any significant moisture for the past month, the corn is rapidly drying also.

We stopped and grabbed a few more fresh ears of sweet corn from Curt’s field on the Springer place. I hadn’t really decided what to make for dinner, other than it had to involve a significant amount of the vegetables that had accumulated on the kitchen counter.

Mom sat in her chair and we visited over a glass of wine. I settled on a skillet pasta dish using whole wheat penne pasta, Italian sausage, garlic, onions, tomatoes and peppers topped off with mozzarella and parmesan cheese and fresh basil. Peeling the fresh tomatoes while the meat cooked was rather tedious but at the same time I wanted to savor every moment of the pleasure of cooking with such perfect ingredients.

I broke the large ears of corn in half to cook them and we enjoyed yet another feast from the garden—feeling thankful to live in an area of God’s creation that will grow just about anything anyone would ever want or need.

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