This morning for breakfast I brewed a cup of NOVO coffee and ate a zucchini muffin with mango/raspberry jam.  I didn’t make the coffee, but I did make the muffin and jam.

I was talking with Lauren’s dad last night and he asked me if the was a type of food that I see as my Holy Grail of cooking.  I thought for a moment and told him, “more than a particular food group I am awaiting the day when I can have a meal on the table of food solely that I (read: we) grew and raised.”

This morning felt like a start to that.