It had been a month since I made it over to the Wednesday Market.
No idea how that is possible, but it was true. Our refrigerator was bare. The only fruit we’d been eating were bananas, and they certainly aren’t local.
So we braved the heat. I threw on a skirt because I couldn’t bear wearing pants. We went to check out whether the calendar or the weather was right about which season it actually was.
Turns out, even the market was a little confused. But we walked away with end of summer tomatoes, beginning of fall figs, flowers, little gem lettuce, bacon and sausage, apples, peppers for days, and a few squash for good measure.
I’ll admit, I’m ok with this October heat wave if it means tomatoes will stick around a bit longer. But I really, really can’t wait for sweaters and boots and comfy warm clothes…
I could give you a million excuses for why I’ve only posted – what – twice in July?
But who wants to hear that. It’s July. I’ve been working on awesome, awesome things. I’ve been building projects and baking my butt off. I’ve been planning and viewing and researching and (always) eating. I’ve been documenting it all and sharing what I can when I have a second to come up for air and send a picture through vscocam or something of the sorts. And today, I actually had a second to sit down and look through all of the pictures in my July 2014 Photostream.
You just really have to see what’s happening at the market right now. It is glorious.
I can’t even explain how happy it makes me that it is tomato season again. I literally just had tomatoes (and a hard boiled egg) for breakfast.And the melons! Is there anything that tastes more like summer than melons? I’m over the moon happy with my summer fruit! Ok, one more tomato shot. I actually started a #kelslovestomatoes hashtag so I could document all the beautiful tomatoes in my life – before they quickly disappear into my stomach’s life.I’m always glad I brought my cart… I hope you are all enjoying your summer, and that it has been just as bountiful as ours has been! Happy summer market to all!
One path that I run through my neighborhood takes me up San Vincente, around the country club and past the golf course. There are parts of the road that are long stretches of nothing, yet there are cars, buses, and … Continue reading →