Farmer’s Market Haul
This morning, after doing yoga (I’m doing an August yoga challenge and I’m actually sticking to it!), the kids and I headed over to the farmer’s market. We’ve been waiting for good weather to grab some peaches and after three thwart attempts, we woke up to sunshine and immediately headed out the door lest we miss the opportunity due to another swift summer storm. This summer has been a weird one. With numerous thunderstorms, one being so severe that our county was in a state of emergency, and getting Covid in July, it feels like we haven’t had a summer yet. A New York Times article of parents not having the summers of their childhood because of the increased warming of the planet hit me in my feels.
Being at our downtown’s farmer’s market gave me that feeling of summer. With it being August, the farmer’s market is in full bloom with seasonal produce and bouquets of flowers and full attendance at eight-thirty. My grocery list consisted only of peaches, the seasonal fruit we’ve being longing for, and potatoes and carrots to replenish the veggies in my Japanese Curry I made last night. I’m the kind of Filipina who needs her ulam to consist of 85% vegetables to the meet in the dish.
After getting the produce we needed, Anthem asked if we could get flowers. That kids speaks my language, but I was hesitant to spend money on flowers when what I really wanted were these fat green tomatoes to make fried green tomatoes. I love having flowers in the home (apparently my kid does too), but instead of mere decoration, they’re more of a still life arrangement and I’ll fuss that the kids to not touch it because in a couple of hours the light will hit it in a certain way that I’ll want to capture in my sketchbook. I really make a twenty dollar bouquet work for me. After much deliberation, I got neither fat green tomatoes nor expensive flowers wrapped in cellophane. Instead, once arriving home, I arranged the potatoes, container of peaches, and the bundle of carrots on my black counter top and draw them while Jordan and the kids whisked up some pancakes. Jordan notified me a couple of times that the pancakes were almost ready and asked if I could start cutting up the fruit. I answered a couple of times, with laser focus on the peaches’ markings, that I would, but I just needed to get the peaches down. It may have delayed brunch a bit, but I gotta make a five dollar bushel of peaches work hard too.
This study was fun. Jordan wowed at it and that was validation that it was worth delaying brunch. I’ll be back at the farmer’s market this coming with its more food to arrange and draw. Maybe I’ll splurge on a small ten dollar bouInspiration is everywhere! What inspired you this week?
