I’ve become quite addicted to my daily salad.

For one thing, it doesn’t get any fresher than this.

I walk out the kitchen door into the side yard.

2 steps away is what I call the Salad Bar – a series of small cedar garden boxes (there are more greens in the garden out back, but these are closest).  It’s packed with a nifty salad mix  that’s been feeding us since May.

2 more steps in the other direction is a medium sized pot at the end of the driveway with lovely little Tumbler variety cherry tomatoes.   (EB thinks this variety isn’t quite as flavourful as some – they definitely aren’t the flavour explosion you get with some cherry tomatoes, but they are still pretty darned tasty.  And prodigious.)

I’ll sometimes throw in a couple of snow peas, they’re 5 steps in the other direction.

Next, a quick wash up and spin dry in the salad spinner.

I sprinkle on a tiny bit of balsamic vinegar, then a bit of olive oil, and crumble with some zingy paillot de chevre (goat cheese) and a bit of fresh ground pepper.

It’s all organic and aside from the cheese (oh, and the oil/vinegar/pepper), travels just a few metres from plot to plate.

Now if the District of North Vancouver would just let me raise a goat or two in my yard…

Today’s tomato harvest from the Pot At The End of the Driveway