Everybody needs a break now and then and it's time for me to take one – a day or two or three. We'll see how it goes.
Meanwhile, here are a few photos that have been taking up space in my ancient digital camera.
There were bunches and bunches of these purple thistle things at the farmer's market a few weekends ago. I had no idea what they were. Do you?
It's what happens to an artichoke if you don't pick it when it's ripe for eating. I'd never seen one before and it is so odd and interesting that it was worth $3 a stem to look at it at home for awhile. A little like something you'd find in the little shop of horrors, don't you think?
There are many fine foods at the farmer's market. In addition to local fruit and vegetables, there are two cheesemakers, an excellent Greek baklava stand and a woman who makes hot pepper jellies – strawberry pepper, habenero, pine-a-peno.
They are all good and I miss them during winter but I'm like a homing pigeon for the mushroom lady and her gorgeous array.
Oh, the elusive, earthy, mysterious mushroom – a favorite food. Mushroom hunting is a chancy business and there were none of my favorite – morel – the day I was taking photos. But she did have these matsutake:
Alas, at $36/pound they are not in my budget. I did buy a half a pound of these chanterelle that day at $18/pound.
And I bought a whole lot of these shitake, only $10/pound. You can see that my paper bag is full.
I like to make a wine mushroom sauce that I use over mushroom ravioli. No such thing as too many mushrooms.
Ollie the cat has no interest in mushrooms or, for that matter, artichokes or anything else I bring home from the market. He even disdains fish. This is his most usual position around the house and he was grumpy that I snapped his picture.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Mickey Rogers: Ghosts