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Market Report
Nov. 26th, 2005 09:29 amYet another random entry about food.
As the year wanes, so does the amount of produce available at the farmer's market. The space is generally filled by christmas baubles, for which I have no use. Today, though, was still good, and I came away with: a piece of haddock ("super fresh!" according to the fish man), a bag of golden beets (I am addicted), a small head of green cabbage (savoy, I think, but I'm no cabbage expert), apples (russet! yay!), onions, a loaf of sourdough bread, a few thin leeks (to eat tonight with the haddock), barley (because it's stew season), four pork-and-leek sausages and a piece of stilton (grading approaches, and only cheese and crackers can help me now). Oh, and eggs.
I neglected to purchase a draft-stopper thing from the apple man, brussel sprouts, a scarf for my mother or kale of any kind. I was deeply tempted by a huge piece of galactoboureko smothered in honey, which I remember as a Greek dessert of unimaginable richness, although it would have fed me for the week. I looked with interested caution at the oysters, because I know perfectly well that that's not home-food, but I love raw oysters.
I also managed to spill coffee down my new sweater, which is now soaking in the sink with a little woolite. Urk. And now, to change and make it to shul before it's embarrassingly late.
As the year wanes, so does the amount of produce available at the farmer's market. The space is generally filled by christmas baubles, for which I have no use. Today, though, was still good, and I came away with: a piece of haddock ("super fresh!" according to the fish man), a bag of golden beets (I am addicted), a small head of green cabbage (savoy, I think, but I'm no cabbage expert), apples (russet! yay!), onions, a loaf of sourdough bread, a few thin leeks (to eat tonight with the haddock), barley (because it's stew season), four pork-and-leek sausages and a piece of stilton (grading approaches, and only cheese and crackers can help me now). Oh, and eggs.
I neglected to purchase a draft-stopper thing from the apple man, brussel sprouts, a scarf for my mother or kale of any kind. I was deeply tempted by a huge piece of galactoboureko smothered in honey, which I remember as a Greek dessert of unimaginable richness, although it would have fed me for the week. I looked with interested caution at the oysters, because I know perfectly well that that's not home-food, but I love raw oysters.
I also managed to spill coffee down my new sweater, which is now soaking in the sink with a little woolite. Urk. And now, to change and make it to shul before it's embarrassingly late.
