The last two months have been a blur of personal and professional changes and a stockpile of blog posts have been building up with no where to go...
But the house is soon to be in the hands of a sitter, Hubby on the road while I and Baby are now ensconced not too far from where I grew up. We will be here for some eight weeks and Baby is having a bit of a rough patch; I think that he, like me, misses his namesake.
Sometimes, in the little corner of the world where we live, I deliberately forget what exists outside because I do not want to live in resentment and want...
...but yesterday my sister and I went with Baby and Gina to the Dupont Circle Farmer's Market...
and I felt like I was breathing again, as if long dormant senses were called once again into action: sounds, smells, tastes, sights and touch. There were ripe beautiful fruits, Rainier cherries in gorgeous golden amber colors, deeply red raspberries, sweet yellow squash, heirloom tomatoes, bright green herbs, farm fresh eggs and a variety of meats in abundance.
...and with the return of my senses comes to the return of my desire to write about what delights me culinarily...I remind myself this is temporary bliss but I plan to eat and eat well in the coming weeks...
