The farm veggies have been exceptional these past few weeks. In an effort to detox a bit from my hugely undisciplined summer, I made a late summer dinner of a garden tomato, shaved parmesean, a sprinkle of sea salt and a dash of Spanish olive oil. Joseph sat beside me and enjoyed his cherry tomatoes. We shared a baguette. The only thing missing was the rioja. ...and the lively streets and beauty of Madrid. Soon enough.