April 15, 2017
With apologies, of course, to Andy Williams. Christmas is wonderful, too, but Lord help me, how I DO love spring. Not least because of all the food-related bonuses it brings. Gardening, strawberries, salad greens, fresh asparagus, grilling out, draft beer and a cheese-and-sausage plate at the ballpark…
…and farmers’ markets!
Which I love as much as I love spring. Or maybe it’s because I love spring. More likely, it’s because I love to eat. And a trip to the farmers’ market means there’s some good eating to be done, either there, or when you get home, or over the course of the next several days.
I made my first market of the year back last month, when we’d gone to Hot Springs for a weekend. Had some time to kill, and our hotel was just down the street, so I walked down. Saw some old friends, bought herbs, and oh my God, there were the first strawberries of the season! I grabbed some. Back to the hotel, stashed them in the fridge, set the herbs on the desk. One of our traveling companions came in, was checking out the herbs, and wanted to go. So we went back. I bought honey that time.
January 7, 2010
It is just freakin’ COLD. When I left for work this morning, it was 27. When I left work to go home this afternoon, it was 27. By the time I GOT home (and it’s not but 8 miles, albeit I did have to make a stop at the grocery and one at the liquor store, but it was still only about 30 minutes) it was 25 degrees. And it’s going to be 9 for the low tonight.
I believe I’ll hibernate. Or emigrate. In the immortal words of Jimmy Buffett, “I wanna go where it’s warm!”
September 28, 2009
It’s Monday, and it’s going to be 52 degrees tonight, and I’m whipped. That can only mean one thing.
What we have here is grilled cheese and tomato soup.
But not just any grilled cheese and tomato soup. Oh, no! Not on a Monday night when fall is first beginning to tickle the air and tantalize the senses.