There’s nothing like August in New England, and today’s weather was just about perfect. And to cap a beautiful day I was lucky enough to feast on summer’s bounty – straight from local purveyors.
First came the luscious tomatoes.
We also picked up some fresh corn while we were there, and it was like eating a candy bar.
But the centerpiece of the meal was the grilled swordfish, straight off a truck that had just driven down from Maine. Yes, a truck. If you told me I’d be buying fish in a parking lot on Route 7 in New Milford, I would have said you were nuts. But all the locals swore the guy was the real deal, and he is. Wow. His fish is as fresh as it gets. He leaves Maine at 3 am, after the fish has just come off the boat, and makes it down to CT by 10. What a find.