At the market, paper or plastic?

I bring my own bags. I even get snippy if the sellers and cashiers insist I take theirs. At the Farmers’ Market, however, it’s becoming a problem. I use my own collection of bags, but I still come home each week with a few plastic bags, and I can’t seem to avoid them..

Market Goodies, July 7

That weekend we had plastic around the bread and the cookies, the organic pasta (oh, it was good pasta!) and the seafood.

Goodies from the July 14 trip

The lettuce was packed in plastic to make it easier for the vendor. Each bag was pre-weighed. I took the carrots and onion without a bag. I handed the vendor my own bag in which to weigh the peaches. But after buying sugar snap peas, green beans, blueberries and raspberries,  I still ended up coming home with this.

                Too many bags!

Okay, the green one on the right is mine. It stays in my purse stuffed into its own tiny storage sack most of the time. But the rest? The only solution I’ve found so far is to hand the vendor a bag and say, “Use this one, please” or “Let’s reuse this one; I don’t need a new bag.”

Thoughts, readers? Ideas? I look forward to your input. I’d love to kick the plastic habit to the curb. I’m on the way.

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Fine Dining with Toddler

Fine dining with a two-year old is fun. Trust me. Doubters? I’ll show you.

Audrey has her hair up in pink hairbands. Pink!

 

Audrey smiles for her favorite aunt – favorite for today, at least.

 

Spoons! Must count spoons.

 

Audrey took a picture all by herself (almost). Time to get this girl a smart phone.

 

I prefer to focus on this view.

Must count spoons again. Now there are four!

Alas, even a fine dining experience must come to an end. We went home to read books. Go, Dog, Go and Clifford’s Pals were on the literature list for the evening. Then finally, it was goodnight time for the one who is Two. Maybe she’ll rest up for more adventures – tomorrow.

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Rain! Rain! Come to stay, but….

Rain! We had rain! Do you know how to tell the difference between an optimistic environmentalist and a pessimistic environmentalist? One sees the rain barrel as half full, the other sees it half empty.

Hint: my tomatoes are happy. The pepper plants aren’t so sure; I think there’s a mole tunneling beneath that part of the garden. But back to the rain – we had rain twice in recent history. The first shower only lasted long enough to inconvenience Chuck, and didn’t even top off the rain barrels.

Sing it – I’m grillin’ in the rain, I’m grillin’ in the rain!

The steaks, by the way, were delicious.

The next storm was more substantial. My rain barrels are now half full, and the garden soil is soaked. This storm also brought with us a little entertainment in the form of loud noises. I thought the wind had knocked over my deck table or stolen its umbrella. Nope. Look again, Daisy.

Do you see what I see?

Here, look more closely.

Wow. Just wow.

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To Market, to Market

Tuo market, to market, to buy – you fill in the blank. I didn’t buy pork, so the original “to buy a fat pig” doesn’t really work.

It was a typical Saturday, mostly. I woke up later than intended and ended up going to the downtown farmers’ market by myself. Chuck had a commitment that he couldn’t miss, so we didn’t go to market together, as is our normal Saturday. I picked up my usual collection of bags and found my way to our parking ramp.

Then I stumbled and twisted an ankle. Ouch. I stepped on it gingerly, determined it was a minor pain, and continued into the marketplace called College Avenue, our town’s equivalent of Main Street.

I bought my usual goodies  quickly, and didn’t dawdle for more. I wanted to get off my feet (and ankle) before overdoing and causing myself trouble.

Of course I took pictures!

Many Pleasures from The Market

A close-up will show what I have planned for later this weekend.

Pickling Cucumbers!

You can see I’ve already made one batch of bread and butter pickles. Last year I made two, and we went through each and every pickle. Yum! Maybe I’ll grind up the ends for relish instead of compost. Maybe.

But first, I settled into the recliner to watch my Milwaukee Brewers play their hearts out at their home field, and rested my silly twisted ankle.

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Math in life as we know it

Once in a while, something like this catches my eye.

Once in a great while, references to Pi abound. That’s when it’s fun to be a teacher, and especially fun to teach sixth grade math. You see, readers, I was lucky enough to hold virtual class on March 14, 2012. 3-14, of course, is Pi Day.  Get it? 3.14 is the fourteenth day of the third month. Got it now?  3.14 is the number commonly used to represent the proportion we know as Pi. Twenty-two sevenths? Later, class. Later.

Okay, we’ll go on. The same day I saw the above image on Facebook, Jeopardy had an entire category devoted to Pi. I impressed myself by sweeping the category – that is, for you non-Trebekies, I knew all five answers in the column. Impressive, I thought. No comment from the peanut gallery, brother. Shh.

Later that night, I saw yet another math reference on Facebook. My cousin is enrolled in classes on her way to a career change, and she dreads her math classes. As she puts it, “I care more about the prime directive than prime numbers.” At least she’s straightforward with her attitude. Give my Trekkie cousin credit for knowing her mission.

But seriously, folks, knowing a little math is handy. Adding and subtracting decimals – keeping the checkbook balanced. Ratio and Unit Rate – which size package is the best deal? Basic percents – figuring out sales tax or a discount. Calculating a decent tip for the waitstaff? Use your knowledge of percent again. Look at the bill, move the decimal point to find 10%. Find half of that amount (5%, naturally) and add it to the first number (the 10%, remember?) Now you know how much to leave for a 15% tip. If you can’t do the math, trust me, the server can. You will risk under-tipping, which leads to potentially insulting the server, in which case you can never go to that place again. You might risk over-tipping, which raises expectations or makes you look like you’re math incompetent. Really, people, Math matters.

In addition to the above cartoon, I’ve had a lot of fun with the Sunday Comics pages. When a math geek character makes reference to the Fibonacci sequence, I can rattle off “0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8,” and so on until the punch line makes sense. Look it up, friends. Really. It’s worth knowing. 

And when my friends and family are really struggling to figure out the discount or the tax or the tip, I’m reassuring them in a thoroughly verbal linguistic manner.

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This talent skipped a generation.

I don’t sew. My mother does, and my daughter does, but the best I can hope for with a needle and thread is to anchor a button before it falls off.

Daughter is starting her career as a professional photographer. I take pictures for my blog. Some are okay, and some are – well, you’ll see. Observe: examples from our recent trip to Bay Beach Amusement Park.

I’ll pretend I meant to frame the pavilion between SIL and Amigo.

And the day went on, from train ride to helicopters.

The helicopter at left is carrying SIL and adorable 2 year old niece.

Note to self: Don’t even try to make meaningful photos from the Ferris wheel.

Watch that first step – it’s a long way down.

 

Great view – er, great view after you get past the knees.

Next time I’ll leave the professional photo work to the younger generation.

I’ll just sit back and enjoy the rides.

 

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Market Day!

Saturday at the market! If I’m of town or unable to go on a Saturday, I get upset. I go through withdrawal. Chuck was at the car dealer getting an oil change in his vehicle, so he came downtown later, when I had half the shopping finished. He met me at Starbucks (a central location, no comments needed from the peanut gallery) to finish the job. We came home with these goodies.

                          Market Day!

The ordinary goods are in their places – carrots, lettuce, parsley, berries du jour (cherries). We picked up a few imported peaches (Georgia) and greenhouse tomatoes since our tomato plants aren’t fully mature yet. I have enough peas (even Amigo likes them!) to freeze for the future, so I bought beans. But wait – there’s more!

More than just fresh produce!

It’s easy to get tempted to buy something different, like an artisan infused vinegar or a local honey. While I waited in line to rehydrate with a pomegranate-cherry smoothie, Chuck slipped into a small local deli and bought a mozzarella salad, cheese, and a Belgian Red from New Glarus. I picked out two flavors of pasta, both local and organic, to make dinner more interesting and tasty later in the week. Somehow, impulse buys at the farmers’ market are much more palatable than, say, an impulse buy at the shoe store.

After-the-fact shopping list.

  • Fresh vegetables, delicious and nutritious.
  • Fresh fruits unavailable in the backyard garden – at least for now.
  • New adventures in food, organic and locally made
  • Priceless. All of it.

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Canning: The Aftermath

I’ve begun posting my Farmers’ Markets adventures each Saturday in order to share with you my own locavore experience. Spell check still doesn’t recognize Locavore; must work on spreading the word, er, this word. Buying local produce is easy in June. After bringing home (reusable cloth) bags full of fresh goodies, what next?

Let’s see: What else?

A Very Happy Locavore's Kitchen

If it looks like a mess, well, it is – sort of. I do get it together eventually. My kitchen is too small to play host to this kind of pile-up for long.

The Aftermath, ready for next week

The carrots and lettuce ended up as bunny food and salads for the humans. Peas were delicious mixed with the last of the corn from the freezer, last year’s booty. Pea pods joined the lettuce and some of a local restaurant’s bacon dressing- yum. And finally, most of the berries became jams. The remainder were frozen or incorporated into ice cream or tossed on breakfast cereal. The jams are finding a home in the storage cupboard, and the tools are ready for next week’s market – whatever I might find.

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Where to Keep the Canned Goods

There must be a better way.

This is the “before” picture. I’ve increased my repertoire of canned foods every year, and with that increase in recipes came an increased yield. Then comes the question: where do I keep all these provisions? And after we finish each jar of pickles or jam or applesauce, where will I keep the reusable jars? Above you see the dilemma in June: a partial shelf of pickles and jams and applesauce and rhubarb waiting for their day on the table, surrounded by empty canning jars and freezer containers.

Something here must go.

Step 1: I cleaned out half the books at the top.

Step 2: I gathered boxes for a thrift store donation (shelves out of sight on the left).

Step 3: I relocated the crockpot and reorganized the jars by size.

Step 4: Move in!!

Ah. That’s better.

Readers, this is the “after” shot – the “after” shot for June. After I’ve canned my way through June and July and even part of August, this cupboard will look very different. I’ll be sure to show you then. Remind me. Really. And while we’re at it, readers, tell me about your summer reorganization projects. Canning supplies? Books? Thrift donations? Leave a comment.

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