I am so exhausted with, like, EATING.
I feel weirdly ashamed I’ve been eating such blah meals this month of not shopping—it’s not because of the not shopping, it’s because of the crazy amount of working I’ve been doing. I’m enjoying the work so much that eating has just fallen by the wayside. This phase will end soon, and I’ll go back to really cooking, but until then I want to remind you that it wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time I made giant huge quantities of amazingly delicious food every single week. (Once upon a time I didn’t weigh 106 lbs because I’m so bored with food that I am only eating the minimum amount necessary to survive.)
Remember those days? Let’s look at the photos.
Ahhhh, it’s nice to remember that I do have savory skills.
And now back to crapola.
Croissant for breakfast (a little dense. I’m working on making them lighter.), then some pals and I went to the Rhinebeck farmer’s market, where I bought pretty much everything–squash blossoms, a flat of blueberries, escarole, garlic, lettuce, god, so much.
Then we got falafel for brunch, which was amazing—the falafel at the Rhinebeck farmer’s market is made by this adorable family-run biz, and everything is handmade, from the condiments to the pita to, of course, the falafel. Unbelievably awes (= shorthand for “awesome.” You like? I didn’t think so.). Then we went to meet other friends for brunch at the Village Tea Room (double brunch!!)—you can read about that over at Adrienne’s post!
Speaking of Adrienne, here’s a photo of us:
Then I went to work, and (with Maresa’s help) got almost SIXTY truffle boxes packed up for my Choco of the Month Club members and ready to go out the next day. I was really proud of my work ethic.
Which turned out to be good, because the next three days I basically did nothing productive whatsoever.
I made some pasta thing for dinner with CSA vegs, chickpeaz, tomatoes, coriander seeds…and I think that was about it. Not too shabby, really. A coriandery tomato sauce with chickpeas. Just fine.