farmers' market: WisCon
This post delayed by network difficulties and WisCon attendance.
melymbrosia and renenet refused to commit beforehand to attending the market with me; they seem to think 7 a.m. is too early to be excited about vegetables. Heathens. I like them too much to be disappointed about this, especially since they did decide to come along at the last minute. I confess to being amused at their bleary pre-caffeinated states as they bobbed quietly along in my wake.
I think I dismayed them a bit with my... let's call it focus. I suppose my posts about the market don't convey much about my process. The market is very large, and most of the stands are of no interest to me because I buy organic, so I zip from one destination to the next rather single-mindedly, dodging wandering old people and yuppies with strollers and other market dilettantes. Poor Mely ended up with what I suspect to have been entirely inadequate coffee as a result, and renenet remarked rather plaintively as we left the market that she wanted a muffin. So after we got back from the market they traipsed off for breakfast at a café up the street while I made a rum cake for WisCon's bake sale.
The highlight of this week's acquisitions is a lovely bundle of pea vines, which I will have to find a correspondingly lovely use for. I also picked up two pounds of the most gorgeous asparagus I've seen yet; The New Woman slipped in some purple asparagus (extra-sweet, and a bit more expensive) after weighing the bag. Also got lovely salad greens, some more sauté mix for risotto later this week, white mushrooms, winter onions, shallots, and, to my great dismay and vexation, no more morels - my usual vendor wasn't there.
Picked up pasta sheets for lasagne from the guy who may be the single friendliest vendor at the market; I've been buying pasta from him for years and he always has a word and a smile, even when he's deep in conversation with one of his many friends. Ran into someone from my currently-in-abeyance writers' group at the goat cheese stand.
I would go on about the cooking I've been doing (truepenny, matociquala, renenet, and Mely have been cleaning their plates more often than not, to my great delight), but we've got to get ourselves gathered up to take Mely to her panel this afternoon. I refer you to them for con reports, as they tend to have a much better sense of what's going on than I do; I mostly just follow them around and then wander around looking for M&Ms at evening parties.
I do have bookstore trips to talk about, but that needs more time than I have right now.
melymbrosia and renenet refused to commit beforehand to attending the market with me; they seem to think 7 a.m. is too early to be excited about vegetables. Heathens. I like them too much to be disappointed about this, especially since they did decide to come along at the last minute. I confess to being amused at their bleary pre-caffeinated states as they bobbed quietly along in my wake.
I think I dismayed them a bit with my... let's call it focus. I suppose my posts about the market don't convey much about my process. The market is very large, and most of the stands are of no interest to me because I buy organic, so I zip from one destination to the next rather single-mindedly, dodging wandering old people and yuppies with strollers and other market dilettantes. Poor Mely ended up with what I suspect to have been entirely inadequate coffee as a result, and renenet remarked rather plaintively as we left the market that she wanted a muffin. So after we got back from the market they traipsed off for breakfast at a café up the street while I made a rum cake for WisCon's bake sale.
The highlight of this week's acquisitions is a lovely bundle of pea vines, which I will have to find a correspondingly lovely use for. I also picked up two pounds of the most gorgeous asparagus I've seen yet; The New Woman slipped in some purple asparagus (extra-sweet, and a bit more expensive) after weighing the bag. Also got lovely salad greens, some more sauté mix for risotto later this week, white mushrooms, winter onions, shallots, and, to my great dismay and vexation, no more morels - my usual vendor wasn't there.
Picked up pasta sheets for lasagne from the guy who may be the single friendliest vendor at the market; I've been buying pasta from him for years and he always has a word and a smile, even when he's deep in conversation with one of his many friends. Ran into someone from my currently-in-abeyance writers' group at the goat cheese stand.
I would go on about the cooking I've been doing (truepenny, matociquala, renenet, and Mely have been cleaning their plates more often than not, to my great delight), but we've got to get ourselves gathered up to take Mely to her panel this afternoon. I refer you to them for con reports, as they tend to have a much better sense of what's going on than I do; I mostly just follow them around and then wander around looking for M&Ms at evening parties.
I do have bookstore trips to talk about, but that needs more time than I have right now.