I’ve spent the past two weeks at my in-laws’ place. My mother-in-law is a wonderful cook and generally great fun; we had a grand old time in the kitchen (in addition to a grand old time hiking, biking, swimming, and driving a beat-up Jeep along the beach).
Some food highlights: oysters, all local, including oysters my MIL could identify by sight (“Those are West Tisbury oysters; they always have those weird shells.”); meltingly-ripe heirloom tomatoes with balsamic vinegar; perfect just-picked sweet corn; puff pastry shells filled with lemon curd and pistachios; cannelloni and osso bucco; fresh sweet hardshell lobster (this one attacked me post-mortem, leaving a half-inch cut on my hand, but it was tasty all the same); crabcakes; crisp roasted fingerling potatoes.
The two weeks was topped off with a fabulous dinner at the Sweet Life Cafe – more heirloom tomatoes, delicately flavored duck breast, cool, delicious potato salad.
If it weren’t for my cats, I might never have come home.