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I've been marveling for a couple days at how many herbal sore throat remedies are yellow. Some of the following are more general remedies for colds and allergies, but think about this list! Chamomile tea, honey and bee pollen, lemon juice, ginger, turmeric (recommended as an anti-inflammatory), vitamin C...
I'm avoiding dairy for the duration, so I've experimented with ways to consume the turmeric. I can't tell if the turmeric specifically is helping, but I have learned a couple things. It does not dissolve well when mixed with honey in tea (and turns one's mugs yellow, of course), and it's too gritty to be enjoyable when sprinkled over oatmeal along with bee pollen.
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I was walking back to our office today after the Rittenhouse Square market, with No Parking signs under one arm and my favorite canvas bag filled with produce in the other.[1] I was crossing Walnut St. and waved at an acquaintance from the Farmstand who was biking by. His response? 'Do you want a strawberry?' as he gestured to the flat roped onto the rack behind his seat... Everyone seems to have a jam flat these days!
This evening, on the eve of the Solstice, I went to a houseparty/potluck at a house in Mt Airy where two urban farmers I know live. On my way back to the train station, paused to say farewell to a few people on the porch, I caught a glimpse of two men taking a walk down the street with their dog. I shouted out to them, because they're good friends of my alter ego.
This is my life in Philadelphia. Knowing people who bike around with strawberry flats and greeting friends from different circles all in the same place.
[1] (Today's purchases/gifts from the market: lacinato kale, a sweet onion with the greens, green garlic, a squirmy spidery handful of scapes, one of the first green peppers, a few pieces of an infrequent flavor of fudge, three rutabagas, and a quart of cherries spilling over it all.)the feeling:  satisfied the bard: Rose of Sharon, Joan Baez |
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Jun. 3rd, 2009 @ 10:44 pm
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I've been thinking about this blog lately. I'm mostly succeeding at keeping up with facebook and twitter, although I have a pile of unread messages in my fb inbox. I'm mostly not-succeeding in keeping up with email. But at least briefly, I miss hearing a little more about friends' lives. I also miss hearing a little more about non-lj friends' lives and reading food blogs, but returning to my RSS feed is still far in the future. Sometimes I miss those days of sitting around in a law office and wasting time on the internets all day... ;)
Work. Intense since February. I don't even want to start on that right now.
Instead, maybe I'll go find a new icon or two. Like Zachary Quinto as Spock. SO HOT.
ETA: Apparently today happens to be ZQ's birthday. So while I'm looking for icons, all I find are birthday picspam posts. Not. Helpful.
ETA, again: Lest anyone think I am not wasting time on the internet at all these days, let me state for the record two things. After the awesome of Star Trek 2009, I've been re-watching TOS episodes I loved in childhood, on youtube. (Turns out CBS has put up all the eps!) And second, I've spent way too much time watching videos of the Norwegian dance company FRIKAR, who combine the traditional hallingdans + breakdancing + capoeira and who were featured in the Norwegian Eurovision win. Those are my current obsessions, just in case you were wondering.the feeling:  mercurial the bard: Sam snoring |
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...at this point, I'm amazed that I remember the password to this blog.
I would truly enjoy keeping up with all your lives and thoughts, but for now I can't make that time or space. For the moment, I come here because I'm driven to write out my thoughts; it's too late at night to talk them out to anyone.
I find myself truly haunted by the thought of losing my brother, either physically to illness or emotionally to strife. I have no idea why this idea has penetrated so insidiously but vividly into my mind. Why am I fixating on this? The obvious explanations are easy... I'm tired, I'm preoccupied and worried and concerned at work, etc. There's a slightly less obvious explanation too, my dream from six years ago in Wales that can still bring me to tears. I suspect it may have something to do with the divorce too, fear that I'll lose another family member.
All I know for sure is that I'm fascinated with the stark differences between the temperaments of my brother and me, but I think he is the coolest person I could possibly have for a brother. It's deeply important to me that I have a brother, and I look forward to sharing our lives.
Is Evanescence even still around?
I'm still startled to have a weekend in Philadelphia after all the traveling to conferences I did recently. Ann wants me to go to yoga with her tomorrow morning, because Joe just had knee surgery. (Perhaps that was another incident that scared me recently, as minor as the procedure was.) A meeting around lunchtime, a dinner engagement. Brunch plans on Monday, at Carman's! In between those commitments, I hope to clean a little, do a little paperwork, work a little. And breathe.the feeling:  melancholy the bard: Taking Over Me, Evanescence |
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I was inspired to many cooking experiments this week by a combination of my love for my new cast iron skillet, a couple days to chill around home, and the acquisition of some free souring milk. Here are the dishes I made!
- Two iterations of champandongo, a Mexican dish from Like Water for Chocolate. It has ground beef and ground pork, both of which I happily found at the market, with lots of cumin and onions and bits of tomato, almonds, candied citron (an unusual, seasonal ingredient I happily visited the Spice Terminal for). Both times I think it was tasty, although the I slightly preferred the second. I crumbled rather than grated the queso fresco, and I softened the tortillas over cream (rather, yoghurt) in the bottom of the pan rather than frying them in oil before using.
- Skillet cornbread! It was so beautiful, and I baked with my new skillet! I used a recipe with honey and rosemary, both of which I like and have in good quality.
- YOGHURT! Yes, I made it myself for the first time, encouraged by reading about the abundant variety of ways dairy has been consumed in my new book Milk. Conveniently, I easily acquired a just-past-date half-gallon of raw Jersey milk on Sunday... I innoculated it with some of the drinkable yoghurt I bought from the dairy farmer who's started at the market, I let it sit overnight in the oven with the pilot light, and I drained it for 3 hours for a thick consistency. So satisfying!!
- Hopefully tomorrow, some pancakes with the rest of the milk.
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I slept all morning. I concocted a plan for using all the vegetables that I found myself bringing home from the market yesterday. I made a cumin-spiced onion & chard omelette. I did some laundry. I unpacked my books! I suppose I'm in the mood to square away bits of my life today, although I'm still not convinced I have the energy for reading blogs regularly again...
I also returned to a book I started at the end of August -- Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert. I read the Italy part ('eat') while I was at camp; today I started the India part ('pray') and pondered the idea of a Guru. Gilbert explains, 'A great Yogi is anyone who has achieved the permanent state of enlightened bliss. A Guru is a great Yogi who can actually pass that state on to others.' She says one actually receives from one's Guru a 'state of grace', discovery of our own peace, revelation of our 'hidden greatness'.
I'm sure I don't have a Guru now; perhaps the senior pastor in the church where I grew up filled that function until I was 15, if the charismatic, authoritarian cult-leader type can substitute for a Guru. I thought, do I know anyone who could be my Guru? I think I take great care to seek advice from many friends; I consider or emulate any elements of their character that I respect. But I don't know if that's the magnitude of example that Gilbert defines as Guru-level. I certainly don't have a spiritual leader. I can't even focus on pursuing any spiritual practice(s) or ritual(s) consistently! Sigh. There's another thing to add to my list, 'regular actions that would make me feel like a successful adult'.
I think I may be able to attend some of the Eid celebration this year.
That's all for now. I'm not even sure why I'm posting this...
ETA: A quote that I liked. 'Yoga is about self-mastery and the dedicated effort to haul your attention away from your endless brooding over the past and your nonstop worrying about the future so that you can seek, instead, a place of eternal presence from which you may regard yourself and your surroundings with poise.'the feeling: pensive the bard: Rainy Night in Montague, Latter Day Lizards |
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Omigosh, I could update my blog... What a thought!
So yeah. I'm doing well -- even crazier busy, but well. Some really exciting things happened to me during June, mostly work-related.
1. It's not unusual for Bob and I to have a couple beers together, but at the end of May I bought the drinks because I was celebrating my one-year anniversary of working for Farm to City!!
2. I am on payroll now! This is slightly less exciting on pay days, but it will be very exciting next April.
3. I moved! I'm now living a few streets further west. The apartment is the size of a postage stamp, but it has hardwood floors and a bay window and a front porch and it's in a house owned by people I know. It's going to be fun.
4. I'm going to Italy in October, for a Slow Food gathering called Terra Madre. I really need this; I haven't been out of the country (except to Canada) for 3 years.
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This week I've taken some long(er) bike rides to new places!
On Tuesday, I biked to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) nullsurface's house, for a GCD Board meeting. I've biked to that area before, but the Spring Garden bridge + the Art Museum circle is a less common and terrifying(!) ride for me. Wednesday night, I biked to the Riverview movie theater on Columbus Blvd, for the first time. (I saw Forbidden Kingdom with my college friend Jesse -- it was a beautiful movie with ornate costumes, attractive kickass women, and an AMAZING fight sequence between Jackie Chan and Jet Li.) Once I crossed the Schuylkill, I rode almost all the way east on Washington St., which took me past a lot of interesting businesses I don't usually see. And tonight! Tonight I biked to City Hall, where a group of bike riders met for a group ride down to the ballpark for a Phillies game!
It was a fun evening! The weather was pleasant for sitting outside and chatting with people, being bewildered by all the bright graphics, reading a bit of the paper, and eating ice cream. Oh, and I even saw the Phillies' Liberty Bell ring multiple times, because the Phillies scored 3 runs and shut out the Braves 5-0!the feeling:  adventurous the bard: none |
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I worked all day at the Farmstand, dealing with boxes and boxes of spinach and yoghurt and glass milk bottles -- re-stocking, re-arranging the walk-in, cleaning up after all the deliveries. But as I was leaving, I just realized that I would actually have time and inclination that evening to cook some of the gorgeous food I'd been around, so I took home some fresh chorizo, aromatic red spring onions, spidery baby arugula, my favorite sharp chevre, and some of that quality butter. And hey, my friend Eric said he'd come over for dinner! As much introspection and self-analyzation as I've been doing lately, and as distressed as I've felt about some friendships, it was heart-warming to see him show up with a suit and a bottle of wine, mustache and bowtie in order. :)
I simmered cubes of my eagerly-procured Hubbard squash in lots of butter, Eric took charge of cooking the sausage, and I broiled the scallions drizzled in olive oil and squirted with lemon juice. Afterwards, I tossed the arugula with the goat cheese and a garnish of microgreens. It was a lovely evening; Eric told me about the upcoming changes in his business, I told him about my introspection, we really tried to encourage each other. He even made a connection that nobody has ever pointed out to me before, to my knowledge -- perhaps the reason I flip out at the slightest hint of anyone's emotional attachment to me is that I was trained, in church, to think I'm sinful (i.e., unworthy). I don't know, but it certainly gave me more to contemplate! :)the feeling:  precious the bard: Easter Thursday, Bare Necessities |
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I've had the most wonderful, long weekend with those I love. :)
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Monday was the most relaxing day ever; I basically just laid around, took walks, and chatted about life with David all day. In the evening, I had tea with JLR and beer with Will and talked more about dance and politics, respectively. What else could I possibly want?
Now I'm filled to the brim with tasty Indian-fusion food and tipsy from rum-spiked mixes at Bindi with grumpy_sysadmin, tanglethis, and Simon. And I find myself at peace with everyone. I'm ready to be friends again, I'm biking again, my liver is getting lots of exercise, and I understand why things worked out the way they have. I'm in love with all my friends. :)
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Today was the way I want my days to be.
I slept til the reasonable hour of 9, worked on my computer for awhile, then biked down to Society Hill. I spent the whole day helping Bob with paperwork for the next month's buying club orders -- I love working for him, I love working in a beautiful and homey house, and this once-monthly paperwork satisfies my interest in alphabetization and organization and details. In the early evening, after assembling orders at his dropsite, he bought me a beer; we talked about ongoing projects and experiences living in another country.
The only things that would've improved my day would've been a) waking up a tiny bit earlier to make myself tea in the morning, rather than waiting for the maté I brewed in the afternoon, and b) the weather being slightly less frigid, for a more comfortable bike ride.
I went over to Raf & Mali's this evening for dinner. The newly-painted rooms are vibrant and colorful, and the house is becoming more lived-in. Mali stir-fried some vegetables with long-simmered eggplant, sauteed pea shoots and spinach with tofu, mixed up some peanut noodles, and made rice; ross threw together an apple-quince-cranberry cobbler, as I've come to expect from him this winter. gabe and Abram were also there, and there was an amazing ambience of cooking and joking with college friends, comfortable but grown-up past college and witty.
The only thing that would make my evening better would be NOT havingthinking I have to be at the café by 7 am...grr.
Feb. 1st, 2008 @ 12:10 am
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OK, I have to write about this. Please pardon my overflowing passion for a few moments, but I am super-proud of where I've done my Christmas shopping this year! :) Weeks and weeks before I'd given any thought to specific gifts, I knew that everything I bought this year had to be either locally-made or fair-trade. By this evening, the majority of my planned shopping is finished, but I decided to formalize my shopping decisions anyway:
As everyone can probably guess, some of my presents are locally-produced food, (in fact Philadelphia-produced) artisinal treats. I've never been a fan of random biscotti in random coffee shops, but I do like the freshness and flavor of Gilda's Biscotti. I have always been a huge fan of chocolate, and Betty's Tasty Buttons fudge is a particularly tasty version!! Plus, I know the fudge lady. :) Also among the other local-food artisans I've met this summer are the two brothers who own the Victorian-style ice cream parlour The Franklin Fountain; it's a fun place to get ice cream, but more suitably for gifts, they've been busy making old-fashioned clear sugar candy. Meanwhile, I combined the local and fair-trade choices by buying a locally-screened design on a non-sweatshop-produced T-shirt and fair-trade coffee at a local coffee shop...
For a couple non-food gifts, I eagerly took the opportunity to visit a new small business in my neighborhood AND support local artists by visiting Vix Emporium.
Of course, there are still a few presents for which I haven't had inspiration yet...
Dec. 23rd, 2007 @ 01:50 am
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I met my friend Ali over the summer, when she started interviewing farmers at the South & Passyunk market. She's one of the local-foodies I've most enjoyed meeting, but sadly she's moving away from Philadelphia by the end of December. So, I suggested that we have one more culinary expedition before she left town!
Before her current job as a food journalist, she worked in the kitchen of a prominent, established Philadelphia restaurant -- and she suggested a couple restaurants that she used to visit with the chef, as well as listing what they used to order. I was fascinated by the suggested menu at Tai Lake in Chinatown, and thankfully this choice was also favored by the general opinion of other friends who I was attempting to drag along. krh, Will and grumpy_sysadmin joined Ali and I there for Tuesday dinner, and it was an adventure!
I tried some food I'd never tried before; for one, very fresh shrimp. Despite my previous general suspicion that shrimp are bland, I discovered that when you eat shrimp that have just come out of that fish tank by the restaurant entrance -- and eat them with head and feet intact -- they are tasty. The eyes and head provide a little more flavor, and the legs provide a light crunch! I also tried snails for the first time, very small ones in a black bean sauce. The sauce was good, but I regret to announce that I was a failure at sucking...hard enough to pry the snails loose from the shell.
The brown sauces on the pan-fried noodles (that addictive blend of crunchy and soggy) and the comforting, wide chow fun noodles were also good. The light brown goop on the Dungeness crab legs was less flavorful...until I remember the slices of garlic and scallion thrown in. Excellent idea. Among all those tasty dishes, though, the sautéed greens were a highlight; snow pea shoots are a little more substantive than the salad-garnish pea shoots I've eaten before, and the garlic taste was strong. :)
In bizarre news, we had barely been seated 5 minutes when the chef Ali used to work for, plus the restaurant's owner and her family, also walked in. They sat at the round table right next to ours and, as we saw throughout the meal, ordered almost exactly the same dishes! Score for Ali's memory?
Dec. 21st, 2007 @ 02:26 am
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I am so proud of Sam! I was sitting on my couch watching a Sherlock Holmes episode, and my little girl came over to investigate what I was eating (as usual). I wanted to finish my bread-and-goat-cheese*, but I idly showed her the piece of beet* I hadn't eaten yet. And she started licking it! :) She also seemed eager to snarf the tiny bits I broke it into; Sam has excellent taste.
MJ once told me that she believes pets take on the personality of their owner (or vice versa); I think this anecdotal evidence supports that belief...
Speaking of (local) food -- since I've been working SO MUCH for the past month or so and haven't had time to cook, I feel like I've been surviving on a tasty and healthy...but simple...diet. Peanut butter + bee pollen* on toast. (The wiry beekeeper who sometimes comes to our markets gave me some local bee pollen when I expressed curiosity.) Apples* -- Fuji or Nittany or Mutsu. Scrambled eggs*. Chocolate chips from Weaver's Way, or baked goods snagged from work or from my visit to Ann Arbor. Oatmeal. A huge volume of coffee, La Colombe from work or the Peruvian blend at the Independents Coffee shops.
I'm really not complaining about all this amazingly tasty food I can so easily obtain! But I was pleased to have the time to cook tonight, for some variety; I had the aforementioned beets* and goat cheese* (in a salad with fennel* and arugula*), preceded by roasted romanesco cauliflower* and red potatoes*.
This afternoon and evening I've felt relaxed and excited; I know it comes from having an upcoming break for family and food -- I'm looking forward to visiting some of my dad's family and seeing my mom & brother -- and having only my favorite jobs before then. There was the last South & Passyunk market this afternoon, tinged with a pleasant (and I think reciprocal) fondness for the farmers I've gotten to know this summer -- and a beer with Bob afterwards! Tomorrow I do have to attempt an early waking-time to set up the UPenn market, but then I can go off to spend the early afternoon amid the turky-pickup CRAZINESS at the Farmstand. I had so much fun amid the insane busy-ness last year that I've been determinedly reminding the manager for weeks that I want to do it again. A festive GCD English dance in the evening, with awesome out-of-town dancers expected. Then an early-Thurs.-am drive to NYC with JLR again, and Thanksgiving food!
* Local, of course!
Nov. 21st, 2007 @ 01:24 am
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Hang onto your hats, folks. The plan for this update is to be cursory but extensive.
This past week wasn't excellent. Glumness seemed to cast a pall over everything: my raging insecurity + constant worrying about interpersonal interactions, too little sleep, too many papers to recycle and too much cat hair to vacuum up in an effort to make my flat presentable. Whatever. Perhaps I will be less weak this time.
I still managed to flagrantly make time for socializing, though. Wednesday evening found tanglethis and I at the classy Southwark; I savored the adventurous strongly-cinnamon paw paw crème brûlée and the old-fashioned strongly-citrus Dark & Stormy. Thursday I found myself at the Fellowship for one of the last break-fasts of Ramadan, and this time I could slightly understand the parts of salat, prayers. The warmth and love there, and chlomar's contentment, were sorely needed.
By Friday evening, the sleep deprivation was setting in but paying off; my flat had reached a certain level of presentability, astonishingly and considerably overdue. And my amazing philosopher and truth-speaker, Ian, arrived from A2 for a weekend visit! I expected that it would be good to see him, but I had no idea how truly wonderful the weekend would be. There is nothing like a good college friend, the engaging conversation and mutual regard, to restore one's confidence in self and belief in friendship. We ate my first experiment with curry paste and Ian discovered okra, and later we tried beers at Dock Street with ross and Mali.
Saturday I worked all day, and Ian and I threw together a dinner party! Freshly filled with appreciation for pastured animals after my visit to Meadow Run last weekend, I roasted a fresh Meadow Run chicken and stuffed it with hard parmesan rinds and fresh rosemary. Ian threw liquids into a pot and proved that he can indeed make a 'mean risotto', with roasted carrots and zukes, then threw other liquids into a wok and coated green beans with honey and balsamic vinegar. tanglethis appeared with the eagerly-anticipated addition, local wine (a blush from Blue Mountain). I'm proud to announce that literally the ONLY non-local ingredients in the dinner were the oil, balsamic, salt, and pepper. It was my lucky weekend to see ross and Mali again, and fortune further smiled on my dinner party as ross unpacked his bag -- an apple-and-crust volcano, homemade cranberry sorbet and ginger and caramel sorbets, a red wine, and Lillet.
Sunday I worked, too, tabling @ the Zoo during a day celebrating local food. Luxuriously, we were promised that Zoo security would call us a taxi, but oddly, Ian and I had an hour to contemplate the Amtrak tracks behind the Zoo as we waited for our transportation to appear. We had such a lovely time outside in the beautifully crisply clear weather though, that we went for a walk through UPenn's campus later that afternoon, collecting coffee and chatting under the pergola. I hibernated/checked-in with the internet while Ian went off to dinner with ross and rennen, but I was tempted out later to drink tea and discuss mediating.
I want more days like recently, absorbing my neighborhood and learning West Philly people.
Today. Yet another excruciatingly early morning to see Ian off. My day-off all-local indulgent brunch -- double-smoked bacon, pastured egg + garlic + shallot + a red-pink stalk of chard, rye, raw milk cheddar, raw milk. I am scheduled to start training at a café on Thursday. I took a nap. Sam has been draped across my pillow or my lap all day. My mother and my aunt came and bought me dinner, at Dock Street again for more bacon and onion on a pizza. I am editing a grant report? Long weeks ahead, but I have lots of tasty local food to sustain me!
Oct. 15th, 2007 @ 11:33 pm
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A silly thing that is bothering me: waking up at 7.00 for the second freakin' morning in a row. ARGH. Wednesday, it was because I decided to be at the University Square farmers' market site by 8.30, to be around during setup because of construction/parking logistics. (And yup, there were problems waiting for me...) Today, it was because I had to move P+R's car; it is so ANNOYING to have a car in the city, but it was useful for Sam's vet visit yesterday and for glass-bottle hauling today. Ah well. At least it's better than those weekends during which, what with expeditions or events or whatever, I have to wake up earlier than I did during the week!
A silly thing that is making me happy: bringing my glass and plastic bottles out to Lansdowne. (Lansdowne, by the way, has single-stream recycling! So cool.) My recycling is picked up on alternate weeks, and I've been forgetting to keep track of whether it's a recycling week or not. Thus, I've accumulated bags of bottles that would overwhelm the poor recycling bin of my apartment building. P+R's bin, however, is happy to be filled.
Sometimes I can't figure out why I end up posting blog entries about some silly stuff, then never get around to posting entries I actually intend to write, like restaurant reviews or whatever.
Sep. 27th, 2007 @ 09:46 am
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I'm happy to announce that I've finally taken the time to visit the band's website + YouTube, and listen to the new vocalist for my favorite Finnish gothic metal band, Nightwish. Anette Olzon was announced as the new vocalist back in May 2007, but I hadn't been staying informed about the search for a new vocalist after Tarja left/was fired/whatever.
Today I watched the video for their new single, 'Amaranth'. And I like her! Her voice is different than Tarja's, but I think it works fine with the band. A little less deep and smooth than Tarja's, perhaps a little more sharp. Nonetheless, for the present, I see no reason for Nightwish to fall from its place in my heart. And I like the single -- very fantastical and dramatic, as befits Nightwish. Mostly importantly, Emppu's hair is still long and blond!
Yes, I realize this opinion is vitally important to all the readers of my blog. Yes, I realize it's rather bizarre that I love Finnish gothic metal. Yes, we can return to our regularly-scheduled raptures about food and folkdancing now...
Sep. 20th, 2007 @ 12:45 pm
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I am in excellent spirits. :)
I didn't leave my flat as early as I'd hoped, but (despite my bike chain getting messed up) I arrived at Rittenhouse Sq. in time to oversee the parking & setup situation. It turns out all the farmers' trucks, tables, and tents did fit comfortably within the block. Throughout the rest of the morning, I was able to procure my favorite iced coffee (from La Colombe's shop), my favorite sticky bun (from the Night Kitchen), and pleasant conversation with the usual amount of teasing at the Chestnut Hill market. In the shade of the huge trees with the wind blowing, wearing my brown corduroy trousers and green Pinewoods hoodie, it felt like fall...so much so that I even ate an apple.
On my way back towards the center of Philadelphia, I stopped by my flat to successfully fix my bike chain. Soaking up the clear sun, still steadfastly wearing my sandals, it felt like summer! I procured shallots and peaches, and heirlooms, for cooking later. All the Rittenhouse farmers were chatty and optimistic, which always makes me happy. I didn't have to wrestle with No Parking signs!
My chaotic work week is over, and my boss is pleased. I have evening plans to play with friends, and I am having my very favorite meal (weekend brunch) tomorrow. I returned someone's wallet to him, and my cat is laying on my lap.
I am optimistic about my life right now.
Sep. 15th, 2007 @ 05:17 pm
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When I see sunshine reflecting off red brick across from my window, I feel lame and pathetic for spending today sitting around inside, with the a/c on.
Then I remember that -- in fact -- my job involves being at farmers' markets, outside in the sun, for hours a time 5 days a week. Yesterday I was in the middle of South St., bustling with the GreenFest, for a couple hours; in between committments during the rest of the day, I biked from Moylan to Lansdowne (9 mi.) and from Lansdowne to home (4 mi.).
Now I don't feel lame anymore. This Monday, spent inside in the air conditioning, feels luxurious. :)
Sep. 10th, 2007 @ 03:31 pm
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Is this really the zeitgeist, or is this just The New Yorker being pretentious? Opinions welcome here or at the other blog, a group blog about locally-produced food in the greater Philadelphia area.
My reservations about a localism article in The New Yorker.
Aug. 30th, 2007 @ 11:18 pm
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