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My One True Life by wayward heart
August 2007
1A boring entry about kitchen contractors (with Update)
2A Fun Day
3Pissing, Moaning, and Bitching
4Sittin' In The New Chair
7You Say ToMAYto, and I say ToMAHto***
11Market Day
12Busy, Busy, Busy
14The Geography of A Woman
15Still Busy
16Mental (and Physical) Health Day
19Wonderul Weekend
20Frendz to the Endz
21Where Did Summer Go?
22Discovery Room Story
23Tarot Card Quiz // The End of Another Long Day
25Over To The Dark Side
26Gettin' Ready For Tea // The Bees' Knees
29And The Winner Is....
31Kitchen Plans In the Works

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Market Day
August 11, 2007

Today was my trip to the Public Market. Patti and I had decided to leave around 8:30am. True to form, she was ready to leave at 8:45. (I was ready by 8:25). She had gone to the Christmas Tree Shoppe, and bought me a large canvas tote bag (purple, of course!) That was really sweet of her, and most appreciated!

While not as impressive as the public market I went to in Paris, nor Pike's Place in Seattle, for our little city, it's wonderful! The parking, on the other hand, was not. We parked about a quarter mile away, and I offered to pay the $2 fee. We walked uphill to the market.

I probably spent around $30 (including the parking). For that I got:

  • A large eggplant
  • 6 plum tomatoes
  • 4 large tomatoes
  • 2 large zucchini
  • one large bunch of beets (with the greens)
  • one large bunch of swiss chard
  • 4 artichokes
  • 6 peaches
  • at least 2 dozen apricots
  • a pint of blueberries
  • a pint of raspberries
  • a basket of fresh ginger root
  • a large basket of cherries
  • 2 olive ciabbata rolls and 2 foccaccia rolls
  • one large cinnamon roll (which I ate while we shopped)

As you can see, the purple tote bag was more than welcome! Especially when we had to schlep 40 lbs of produce down the hill to the car!! The funny thing is, she had wanted to go the public market specifically to buy scones for a library program she's doing Monday night...and they didn't have any!! But it wasn't a wasted trip by any means, as Patti bought nearly as much as I did!

We've decided that on our next trip, I'll bring my old wheeled grocery cart from my Brooklyn days. It will simplify things enormously. I'll also wear my fanny pack in lieu of carrying my purse.

I was thrilled with the market, and very pleased overall with the quality of the produce. There was a fairly good variety, though not as much cheese as I recall from Paris. Since a lot of it was locally grown, there was a lot of redundancy. We walked through the market once and checked it out, before making any purchases, so we had an idea of who had what and who had good prices (though most of the prices were around the same).

There was, surprisingly (since we're nowhere near the ocean) quite a nice fish and seafood stall. It even had scungilli!! (When I told mom it was $5/lb, she said I should've bought's cheaper than what she pays, and she lives on Long Island!)

On our way home, we stopped at Dollar Tree, where I proceeded to spend more money:

  • a 22 oz bottle of soy sauce (a lifetime supply!!)
  • a large bottle of my favorite bbq sauce
  • 2 jars of pimento stuffed green olives (one for Karen to replace the one she gave me last week)
  • 2 jars of kalamata olives
  • 3 jars of sundried tomatoes in olive oil
  • one jar of roasted red bell peppers
  • a birthday card for Linda

Then we came home. It was about 12:30. I lugged everything into the house, and found a message on the answering machine from Brian, the bathroom guy. He'd phoned at 10:30, to see if I'd be around today so he could take a look at the kitchen. I called him back, got his machine, which said: "The mailbox is full, and cannot accept any more messages at this time." WTF???? This is just ridiculous. Doesn't he check his messages? Empty his mailbox? I guess not.

After that failed, I phoned Mom and Dad. We talked for awhile, and then I started cooking. I cooked up the swiss chard, the beet greens, and roasted the beets. I put everything else away either in the fridge or on the window sill (the peaches, tomatoes, and some of the apricots).

I've been feasting on berries and apricots, and sampled the veggies when they were done. (The beets are particularly delectable). I still have to clean, stuff, and cook the artichokes, and decide what I want to do with the eggplant. (wish I had some Italian sausage and potatoes).

Tomorrow, come hell or high water, I have to go to Aldi's. I also have to dust and vacuum. Oh, and make meatballs and sauce for next weekend. I could do the housecleaning now, but frankly, I'm POOPED!!!

I also have laundry hanging outside. I put it out last night, so I'm sure it's dry by now!! Guess I'll go get it in, give Karen a call, and sit out in my lawn chair with Missy P. for a bit. (even though I should be housecleaning).

I definitely hope Patti and I go to the Public Market again. It's so worth it!

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