>On Friday, Amigo and I were pleasantly surprised to find live music near downtown. We listened for a while, then went to our Funday Friday lunch, and then listened again while we waited for our bus ride home.
Saturday was more typical. Chuck and I went to the downtown farmers’ market, found an outrageously close parking place, overfilled the meter out of gratitude, and then filled up our bags and emptied our wallets to feed our family nothing but the freshest and the best.
As usual, we took the time to look over our finds. A little fun – a bag of kettle corn and a fresh Hmong egg roll – and the goodies on our list. Yes, we had a list. That’s a jar of local wildflower honey. I just used up the last of the jar I bought a year ago; it’s time to stock up.
But Daisy, where’s that big gunnysack that was in the car? I hear you asking – you’re so observant. The big sack has four dozen ears of sweet corn. Yes, four dozen ears of corn on the cob. We’ll cook some, blanch and freeze some, and we’ll have a little of summer’s bounty in soups and stews later in the year.
>Oooh! How fun for you all! This is the only thing I miss about living in a town.
>What a great way to spend your morning!