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gfrancieI got a nice half-flat of strawberries today. I am thinking more jam will be made this weekend. It was a good time at the farmer's market. I am filled with plans and ideas of things to preserve and freeze and so on. My other interest of the day was jello salad. I had 2/3 of a banana my kid didn't want to finish and a few leftover frozen blueberries in the freezer. Why not put them to use. So Senor Onion helped me put together a simple jello salad with the fruit and it made for a nice dessert tonight.
I made a huge amount of pesto (some of which I will freeze) and I am thinking about what else I can make.
It was pretty warm today and I watered the garden a bit. Things are coming along at their own pace. the potatoes are really looking the strongest. The tomatoes are growing as are the pickling cuke plants. The basil is actually taking off for once and not being eaten up by the bugs. A fun moment today was going out on the deck where I have lettuce growing and picking some for my lunch. I may even get spinach this year. Anything is possible.
When I went to the farmer's market I went to park somewhere that looked like a parking spot. This hippie-sauce farmer's market woman came up and said, "oh wow there is supposed to be a shopping cart there -it really isn't a spot." I was mildly annoyed and showed it and said, "okay then." She then wanted to talk about it and explain it. I wasn't terribly interested. The spot wasn't really a spot and I needed to move. Not very difficult to understand. I was rocking some contractions, it was warm out and she already explained things to me. If she had just stopped there I wouldn't have wanted to stab her with my keys. I finally put my hands up and said, "you need to stop while you are ahead. Like...a minute ago." And then she went quiet and walked away. The thing is, ol' Quinoa face makes me think of people I knew where I grew up. They want to have a dialogue not to make you feel better (though they offer that as their explanation) they do it to make themselves feel better. And there is a reason I moved away. I just don't jive well with that kind of attitude.
Anyhow, Senor Onion and I had our good time. We talk to our favorite regular vendors, we buy some things for the week and we buy scones for tea. We saw some awesome dogs, we shared an apple and some strawberries and talked about what we saw.
I really enjoy this Friday ritual. He takes a nap, wakes up and we go out to the market. He looks forward to it.
I made a huge amount of pesto (some of which I will freeze) and I am thinking about what else I can make.
It was pretty warm today and I watered the garden a bit. Things are coming along at their own pace. the potatoes are really looking the strongest. The tomatoes are growing as are the pickling cuke plants. The basil is actually taking off for once and not being eaten up by the bugs. A fun moment today was going out on the deck where I have lettuce growing and picking some for my lunch. I may even get spinach this year. Anything is possible.
When I went to the farmer's market I went to park somewhere that looked like a parking spot. This hippie-sauce farmer's market woman came up and said, "oh wow there is supposed to be a shopping cart there -it really isn't a spot." I was mildly annoyed and showed it and said, "okay then." She then wanted to talk about it and explain it. I wasn't terribly interested. The spot wasn't really a spot and I needed to move. Not very difficult to understand. I was rocking some contractions, it was warm out and she already explained things to me. If she had just stopped there I wouldn't have wanted to stab her with my keys. I finally put my hands up and said, "you need to stop while you are ahead. Like...a minute ago." And then she went quiet and walked away. The thing is, ol' Quinoa face makes me think of people I knew where I grew up. They want to have a dialogue not to make you feel better (though they offer that as their explanation) they do it to make themselves feel better. And there is a reason I moved away. I just don't jive well with that kind of attitude.
Anyhow, Senor Onion and I had our good time. We talk to our favorite regular vendors, we buy some things for the week and we buy scones for tea. We saw some awesome dogs, we shared an apple and some strawberries and talked about what we saw.
I really enjoy this Friday ritual. He takes a nap, wakes up and we go out to the market. He looks forward to it.
