Bon appétit.

July 12, Canajoharie.

We came down out of the park, and into farmers' landscape again, into the Mohawk valley.
There was a farmers' market within walking distance and on the right day, new potatoes and fresh eggs, sweet peas and young carrots, all organic bien sur, we got ourselves a local lunch: petits pois a la francaise (peas cooked with lettuce, onions and parsley, with salt and pepper and a dash of sugar,) sauteed potatoes with garlic, onions and the thyme I cut on North Creek lot two days ago, sunny-side eggs. Voila.