A box (and a bag, for that matter!) containing my favorite Parisian macarons:
And some just-picked-that-morning Fava beans:
The eggs and Fava beans were from a neighbor's organic garden and chicken-raising enterprise. The cookies were from another neighbor, who brought a box for me on her way back from Paris. It's uncanny how closely the eggs and the macaron box are in color:
Fava beans, when fresh, are softly furred and very pliable--not at all like the nasty, hard things I usually see in the grocery store. Fresh Favas are also very easy to peel. I cooked them briefly in boiling, salted water, then tossed them with some cherry tomatoes, goat cheese and olive oil to serve over a bed of linguine for Sunday dinner.
And of course we had macarons for dessert.
I am blessed with the loveliest neighbors.