To market, to market!

And a happy Farmers’ Market day it is!

My favorite market stall; the Vietnamese family with the wonderful sugar snap peas!

Because I have PJF steaks, and ground beef, and fresh peas, and lettuce, and green beans, and four pounds of tomatos, and fresh corn, and chipotle honey butter, and a pint of plain honey, and fresh eggs, and yeast rolls,  and new potatos, and life is GOOD!

 

Nothing like making a new friend on a Saturday morning!

And Lucy made a friend. This is Franklin. He’s four months old, and if it weren’t for the size and sex difference, they could be twins.

Broke one of my yolks, so the eggs weren't as runny as I like them. But good.

And this was breakfast when we got home. Duck bacon, fresh eggs, yeast rolls, fig jam. That’s a breakfast that can see ya through. I was planning on BLTs for lunch with some of the PJF bacon, but I am NOT EVEN hungry, and we’re going to have surf and turf tonight. With PJF ribeyes and lobster tails. And new potatos in a truffle balsamic butter sauce. And strawberries and pound cake. I am also smoking duck breasts and making bacon jam and homemade bread today; I’d thought about going ahead and confiting the duck legs, but I suspect I’ll run out of time before that takes place. So I guess that’s tomorrow.

I missed naptime

And I’m tired and my feet hurt. But we had a wonderful visit to Garvan Woodland Gardens, after a good breakfast at the English Muffin, a stop by the library, a trip to Kroger because I forgot red cabbage yesterday, and coming back home to put a roast in the oven. That’s how you deal with heat in the house for braising; leave.

And come home to this:

I am just pretty anxious to tear into this.