I finally made it to the Farmer’s Market today, after having to cancel last Sunday due to flu bug. My friend Jo showed up at the house around 10:00 a.m. with her friend Beth, and the three of us walked the mile and a half from my house to the market, where we also met mutual friend Diane about 45 minutes later.
Funny how you can set out for one thing (farm fresh produce) and wind up buying something totally opposite (in my case, 1800-count sheets and a blouse, and okay, a few bell peppers and some garlic).
It’s always fun to meet and hang out with new people, and Jo’s friend Beth turned out to be “one of us,” — just as Jo promised, when she asked earlier if she could bring Beth along — with her not only enjoying the market, but being perfectly up for a beer at Uptown Tavern afterwards, then (due to the fact that Uptown tavern was only serving brunch, and we were in the mood for something other than) Wine Steals after that for a bottle of King Estate Pinot Gris and a large antipasti platter, all of which was just fine for us four women.
Back to the house after that, for a drink on the front terrace. I made a pitcher of Long Island Iced Teas; Diane had a beer; Jo, a glass of wine. Our friend Jim, then later another friend Jeff, joined us. Soon after, Jo and Beth had to leave, so then there were four again. Chuck came down (from doing our taxes upstairs) and said hi to everyone, then disappeared back inside.
Soon Diane and Jeff had to leave, but Jim and I hung out for another half hour. He brought out the Jim brought seeded sourdough baguette and some hummus that he had brought with him and we nibbled on that.
After Jim left I came inside and chopped up some russet potatoes and white onion, then placed them in the bottom of a baking dish. I then halved two heads of garlic and a lemon and stuffed them inside of a whole chicken, liberally salted and peppered the chicken, then placed it on a rack in the dish over the potatoes.
Once the chicken was in the oven, I remembered I had yet to write Day 30, so here it is. This is a slice of my life. Forever the social animal (and sometimes much to Chuck’s chagrin) — I still know how to keep it all balanced with good friends, good sheets and a nice roasted chicken.