You can’t go into many restaurants, grocery stores, or bakeries these days without seeing a sign or menu boasting which tasty offerings are gluten-free. It seems that this dietary restriction – or requirement, in some cases – is truly taking the food world by storm.
One of my favorites things about summer is the return of the Farmers' Markets. These markets are a great opportunity for my kids and I to explore various fruits and vegetables as well as taste local food delights. Recently we visited the Belmont Farmers' Market and gobbled up tasty sweet plums and enlisted the kids to help me find the perfect tomatoes for my husband.
Over the years, both my kids—Ben, now 14, and Birdy, 11—have invited us many times to eat at their restaurants. Of course, when they were little, this involved a menu of toy foods from their little wooden kitchen, which could mean the “Special Sandwich” of a whole plastic lobster between two slices of felt bread. Back then, most of the fun for them was in writing down our orders, and also in demanding exorbitant payment—hundreds of dollars of Monopoly money—when the bill came.
This past weekend was a nice long one with some unanticipated downtime. Time to hold an impromptu Sunday night cookout!
We weren't sure how many guests were coming; it looked like a few teenage boys might show up, along with neighbors and friends returning from the Cape, the Vineyard, and Rhode Island. What to cook? Nothing too fancy, something easy to prepare in advance, a little more on the plant-based side of things -- and something to keep on hand as friends came throughout the evening.