Fabulous Foodstuffs

I awoke to a day grey and drizzling. Damn, I though, I sstill don't have an umbrella. Rain or no rain, I still went to the farmer's market on Wooster Square with Molly, my suitemate (it was only very lightly drizzling), which was quite busy despite the weather. As I always do at farmer's markets, I ended up spending at least twice as much as I intended to, but I'll certainy eat everything I bought, con gusto. I got milk, yogurt (which I've heard is the best), apples, a pepper, and some flowers. It's fun walking up and down the row, sampling everything being offered--very cood cheese, honey, baba ganouj... Pictured are peppers from Northfordy, the farm where I did my harvest trip, and the Yale Farm stand--it's incredible what you can grow on an acre.

After the market, ponderously toting my bag of delectable edibles, I stopped in at Fuel for a very good coffee--remembered to bring my own cup this time. Behind us sat three men on a sofa, speaking rapidly in Italian. Someone waiting to order had their dog on a leash. The couple sitting nest to us turned around to inquire about Molly's pineapple tomatillos, also known as ground cherries, which are strange, tasty little things.

The staff of the Post Office was very magnanimous to me today. On Saturdays, of course, the PO closes at noon. I was expecting a package from my mother which contained bread she had baked, something I figured should not be left in the PO until Monday, but I wasn't able to get there until 1:30. I groaned as I oppened my box to find several yellow slips. I wandered forlornly down the hall toward the pick-up window, not with any real hope of getting the package. I noticed the window had been left slightly ajar. I poked my head in gingerly. "Please," I said. "I have something to beg of you--I know you closed an hour and a half ago, but I'm expecting something perishable..." The man shook his head, said, "give me your slips, " and brought me my packages. God bless him. Not only was there bread inside, but peppers as well. Fabulous indeed.



At noon the wind shifted, and the clouds scuttled westward, reavealing a high blue sky. The breeze continued all afternoon, sending small clouds over the sun and then away. I went out with a sweatshirt this afternoon against the cool, and when I stepped out this evening, I smelled woodsmoke, ever so faintly, and only for a moment. Rejoice--it is fall.