It’s always surprising to me, no matter what the day has held, the sheer joy I feel as I pull into the Fulton Street Farmer’s market, gather my various eco-and-body-friendly-reusable-mesh-produce holder things, and eagerly strain to read the dilapidated blackboard, our oracle, communicating which treasures are ours for the week. This week, the farm produced: chard, kale, arugula, bitter greens, oregano, garlic, beets, cabbage, green onions, eggplants, broccoli, green pepper, cucumbers, and……our first tomato of the year!
It was at this time, after I gathered them all, headed home, filleted the rainbow out on my table, cracked open a gf beer (New Grist, my favorite….a sad substitute for real beer, but alas…), and turned on NPR, that I realized that I’ve become some weird version of senior citizen who is soothed by NPR, a sub-par beer, and slowly pulling the leaves from kale ribs. It feels like a massage….like therapy…..like the kind of ritual, where, nothing much happens, and you always know how it ends, but that’s ok. My senior self surprised my early 30-something self. This is apparently what I enjoy doing on a week night.
So….we Orthodox folks are currently in the midst of a two week fast, which means many of us are vegan….(I’m vegan most days, but some days, I’m not….example being later today, when I will be at a baseball game….I have every intention of consuming my annual allotment of carcinogens this afternoon whilst cheering for a team I know nothing about, playing a sport I feel highly ambivalent about….but I will be eating a hot dog. Maybe even some fluorescent plasticky-cheese on chips. We only live once, after all.) On Friday, I had two Orthodox friends over for dinner, which provided a wonderful opportunity to use many of our veggies from this week.
One of my guests brought the most phenomenal raspberry-infused, gingered lemonade of all time. I could have consumed it by the gallon.
Well, friends, that’s it for this week. I’m new to the “food blog” world, so bear with me, as I am bad at step-by-step photos, as well as exact recipes. But I will try. Next week I’m having one of my very favorite out-of-town friends over for a Sunday dinner. I look forward to the sort of post that visit will create.