It’s not a secret that I love summer. It’s not just the fact that for a brief period of time I’m actually warm all the time (except at work where I wear wool scarves and hard warmers). It’s also that there’s pretty much nothing that shows up at the farmer’s market that I don’t want to (and do) buy in egregious quantities.
I am so known/notorious for this that at least one of the vendors that I go to all the time (seriously – they know me so well they’ll give me things on credit when I’ve bought more than I have cash for in my wallet that day) teases me that she could find my house by following the trail of tomatoes. As if I’d ever waste a summer tomato on the ground like that. Also, I’m not sure she realizes that what I buy on Monday will only last me through Tuesday evening, and that I go buy more on Thursdays. Read the rest of this entry ?