It was a wee bit chilly on Saturday morning at the market. A perfect day to grab a slightly toasted bagel with a schmear of your favorite cream cheese, then take a bite and let the the inside sort of ooze out the sides as you roll it around in your mouth and consider that you might just be the luckiest person on earth at this exact moment.
The succulents are back! I am waiting one more week to start the process of filling up a pot on the back deck. I did not winter any over this year. Starting from scratch. Buying whatever strikes my fancy.
I did not get a shot of the local strawberries all lined up in perfect rows at Moon on the Meadow’s booth. I was too busy having an interaction with the fellow who told me he was going to get the box I snatched, to which I replied in my best cowardly lion voice “I’ll fight you standing on one leg, I’ll fight you with one hand tied behind my back” – he responded with a perfectly whistled rendition of “If I only had a brain”. Then we both stopped, laughed out loud, and agreed that we had just had a moment! This is what I mean when I say my people are at the market.
The walking breakfast exemplified by these two.
The morning sun on the asparagus was just right as I walked by this selection.
A perfectly, perfect, very earnest rendition of a great folk song that for the life of me I can not recall now… lesson to self about making a note when I hear it. Trust me, it was good.
In addition to a slice of brown butter banana bread cake, I had to try the butter cake from Chonky Eats this week. It’s 7 nights between markets… I didn’t want to get caught short on the selection of the after dinner sweet.
Here is my haul for the week. Those fresh asparagus were tender, flavorful, and an example of the best of seasonal eating.
Tall Tales from Kansas 
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