Now...

...putting away all my veggies from Farmer's Market.

Some Saturdays, I don't really even need anything or foresee a cooking week, but I just like to go and have a tostada and strawberry juice and listen to the standup bass and be a part of that community. Even the kids can be cute there, all hippie'd out. I really love my town. Being there makes me proud. Even the straws from the Mexican food place are tater-ware. Some days, it feels like my community is hugging me when I sit at those tables. I don't know how to cook 1/2 the stuff there, and I only ever leave with fruit and flowers, but wow, I think we're really lucky to have that there.