It's the end of summer here in the Northern hemisphere, which means that corn and tomatoes are plentiful on the US East Coast. So tonight, under a full moon throwing its light across the lake, we ate hotdogs and hamburgers, tofu pups, corn on the cob, salad with cherry tomatoes and cucumbers from our garden, and...for those with the room, blueberry pie. The lettuce is fresh, the scallions are thin and tender, and nothing tastes as good as when it's cooked in the granite fireplace over New England softwood. It's a tender moment when the bounty of the earth is fresh and to be a localvore is a wondrous thing. Thank you, Mother Earth, and thank you to my beautiful family.