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Greek Yogurt and Dill Potato Salad

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  Our red potatoes taters are ready to harvest, after 12 weeks of slumber in the ground. I have to admit these are my favorties, they are "new" potatoes still. They are tender, with a slight crispiness, and the skin is not tough yet, you can scratch it off with a finger nail. This time of year is when I believe we eat the freshest produce possible, from the garden to our table. The lettuce, the peas, the green beans, the cabbage, even the green onions (that I should leave alone, or we won't have onions in the fall). Everything is fresh and vibrant, and smells like the earth, and you just know that it will all taste wonderful with the addition of the simplest ingredients. This potato salad is just that, very few ingredients, just enough to compliment each other, but let the taste of the red potatoes shine! I used greek yogurt instead of mayo,  it is light but still creamy and it tastes amazing. 1 kilo red potatoes, skin-on, 3/4 inch dice 1 cup plain Greek yog...

Shrimp and Green Bean Stir Fry

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Despite the very cold, damp, winter-like spring we are having in the Azores, there are many things growing in the garden. Because of all of the rain we have had, the garden has become a bit of a jungle, as it is too muddy to keep things under control. We have enjoyed lots of lettuce, and spring onions. Anything that is leafy green, has basically gone wild, the herbs, like the parsley and mint. The arugula has bolted and so has the kale. Hubby isn't to worried, although he dislikes it being "messy", everything we grow is organic, so perhaps we get more birds, more butterflies, and more rabbits to visit the garden, and help control the mess . It all balances out, food for them, food for us, everybody gets their fair share, I can only hope the sun pays us a visit  really soon, the garden needs it, and so do I. While we wait for the sun, some things are ready for picking, these french green beans were picked by our oldest not so little . He thought  of it as a chore when he ...