(I’m not going to the grocery store for a month! Here’s the deal).
First of all, it was the busiest day in the history (all six days of it!) of the shop!
Oh and hey, you know how I was sort of terrified of customers? Did I ever talk about that on the blog? I know I bitched about it for weeks, if not months, on Facebook. I was scared of annoying customers, scared of losing my temper with customers, scared of them, basically, not getting what I do and that irking us both. But guess what happened?
Everyone’s been amazing! I’ve only had one slightly annoying customer, and I already know her and already know she’s annoying, so does she really count?
The shop seems to be copying the model I’ve built for my life, which is that I work hard to draw the people I truly respect and love and who get what I’m about close to me, and then I steadily ignore the rest of the world. It’s a good life model, we’ll see if it’s a good business model.
Mostly people ask why we don’t have a sign. I tell them we’re getting one, in time, but the truth is that I secretly don’t want a sign. I want the shop to be a secret that you only find out about through word-of-mouth.
We’ll see if this plan works.
But what did I eat.
A croissant! Maybe even two! They’re small! And chocolate scraps, of course. Maresa was working in the shop, so we got a lot done. Having a helper is the bestest thing ever.
Then Aaron, whose name you might remember from when he basically built the entire shop, brought over some of his insanely gorgeous log-grown shiitakes to sell at the shop. RIDICULOUS. Can you believe I live in this world of contractors who grow shiitakes and best friends who make amazing cupcakes and everyone else who has contributed their ridiculous talents to making the shop wonderful? I can’t.
A farmer pal of ours stopped by the shop on her way home from work, and asked if we wanted a bunch of green tomatoes.
So for lunch I made us big salads with the homemade horrible mustard vinaigrette (Maresa thinks it’s OK [I made her eat a big raw spoonful of it, she almost died], but crazy spicy. I added a TON of sugar, and I think it’s slowly getting better.) to which I added some harissa in order to cover up the mustard, and fried us up some fried green tomatoes and shiitakes. This photo doesn’t show the label of my sourdough starter well, but it says “Shirley,” because that’s her name. I make fried green tomatoes with a wet mix of Shirley + water, and a dry mix of flour + cornmeal + s&p (and I never buy cornmeal—I grind polenta in the spice grinder to make it. So fresh! Do this! Do you do this? Do it!!).
Not to brag, but it was pretty much the bestest lunch ever.
For dinner I had strawberries and leftover cold fried green tomatoes and shiitakes, and also I nibbled on my Sula-cat’s nose a bit too, because that nose is FUCKING TASTY.
Off to “celebrate my freedom,” if you know what I mean.
And what I mean is: masturbate.
IT’S MY NIGHT OFF!