Wednesday Farmer’s Markets

Every Wednesday, 3 of my friends and I meet at the Carrboro Farmer’s Market to hang out and stock our larders.  We’ve been doing this for a few years, so we’ve gotten to know a lot of the awesome farmers and other crafters at the market.  Its our social event of our week.  Admittedly, many at the Market may think we’re a little crazy but we’re a nice crazy.
I don’t remember the exact amount I spent, but this past Wednesday I gathered into my totes: Tomatoes, cherry Cherokee tomatoes, poblano peppers, yellow squash, zucchini, eggplant, shitake mushrooms,basil, spicy greens, arugala, corn, fresh field peas(like black eyed), Wildflower honey, half a loaf of potato bread and some bright zinnias.  All for between $40-50.  Nice, huh?

So far I’ve made: Black been + zucchini + spicy greens with fresh guacamole burritos, arugala and tomato on potato bread sandwiches, fried eggplant with homemade pesto + cherokee tomatoes  and penne pasta.  Last night my culinary skills stretched to BBQ Tempeh with jambalaya rice + fresh field peas + Sauteed squash + sliced heirloom tomato.

I’ll be throwing that leftover BBQ tempeh in a tortilla with some spicy greens, tomatoes and greek yogurt for lunch.  Yum!


The Thirteenth Tale…one of my favorites

The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield, 2006.
I first came upon this book in a wonderful bookshop in Maine.  I was on vacation at the time, and  I forgot the title by the time I got home, and searched book stores in vain for months.  I stumbled upon it online, and firmly believe that it was fate.

If you love books… if you love the feel of a hardback in your hands as you turn each textured page… then this one is a treasure.  The Thirteenth Tale is a mystery revolving around two women that slowly unfolds in a gothic manor.  It sounds so Jane Eyre, but its not.  Yes, there are dark corridors and pregnant silences.  There are also libraries and gardens, and people who seem to be coincidental and small details  evolve into being the reason behind everything.  It is a story within multiple stories wrapped up with a story.

I feel that I cannot say more without rubbing away the beauty of this book.  I will be honest and say that if you want give yourself a gift.  Give yourself this book.

This is not Doris

Please Don't Eat the Daisies (film)

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Please don’t eat the daisies, Jean Kerr,1954
I discovered this book a small used book store at the beach in North Carolina.  I am a big Doris Day fan, so I thought, “How cute!  It’s the book that the movie was based on.”  Well, it is the book that the movie was based on, but that is where all similarity ends.  In fact the book is pretty saucy compared to the movie which features Doris Day as a housewife and mother of 4 rowdy boys.

Please don’t eat the daisies is a collection of essays by Jean Kerr about her life as a playwright, mother and wife in the early 50’s.  She writes frankly that her goal in life had always been to sleep late, so she married and found a career that enabled her to do just that.  I am really interested in vintage books, but rarely do I come across anything so frank from a woman’s perspective.  I highly recommend this collection of essays if you ever come across it.  I don’t have kids, but I found what Jean Kerr says about her own pretty funny.  She survives her 4 boys  and juggles home and work with wit and brazen style.  Or at least, she writes that she does.

Don’t expect the Doris Day version, the real thing is so much more.

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