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April 21, 2008

my market basket overfloweth (and so did my wallet)
posted by soe 4:51 pm

When you get up early in the morning, totter out of bed to throw on clothes to beat the rush to the farmers’ market, and find yourself outside still essentially asleep in the pouring rain, expect that you aren’t going to be making the clearest of fiscal choices.

I admit that after a long winter of eating apples (nearly every day) and beets, I was ready for spring veggies. But my resolve was weakened by the rain and the sleepiness and I totally just ran from stand to stand exchanging my cash for beautiful edibles.

By the time I came home, the market basket contained:

  • Morels (mushrooms only found for a month or so this time of year in our area)
  • Ramps (ditto)
  • Spring garlic
  • Spring onions
  • Garlic chives
  • Broccoli
  • Carrots
  • Grape tomatoes (greenhouse-grown; we aren’t that far ahead of the Northeast!)
  • Cheddar
  • Milk
  • Blueberry scones from Dani and Eric
  • A croissant (to sustain myself while I walked around)
  • Pea vines
  • Green rhubarb
  • Asparagus
  • Lilacs

(Forgive me; I meant to take a picture, but I was more concerned with getting out of my wet clothing when I got home.)

No, it wasn’t inexpensive. But I’m going to bet that the omelets Rudi makes with the morels, spring garlic, and ramps tonight to be served with a side of asparagus in lemon butter are going to make me grateful for every penny I spent.

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posted by soe 12:49 am

Five hours of hoeing and mulching and planting in the garden on a warm, sunny day + four hours of sleeping curled up in weird positions on the couch as the rain dripped down and thunder crashed = a very sore sprite. Plus I have a cold lodged in my sinuses and I can’t imagine that’s helping.

On other fronts, I went to a Ravelry party this evening where I managed to part with two garbage bags’ worth of yarn. Granted, most of it was a very thoughtful find of Rudi’s mom that I’d never intended to add into my stash. I mean, it was fluorescent worsted weight wool. Electric purple, lime green, neon pink. Okay, a little bit was Christmas colored, but still… I didn’t need it and couldn’t imagine what to do with it. It has been collected and will probably go to Girl Scouts who are learning to knit and who will be over the moon to play with the fun colors. I’m glad.

The other wool I gave away was several gigantic balls of bulky weight grey-green yarn that a friend had sent me when I first started knitting. Her friend had knit a sweater, been frustrated by it, and frogged it, leaving the unknit yarn with my friend. My friend hoped I would be able to make a sweater with it, but I just don’t think I’m meant to wear a bulky-weight sweater. I come with my own bulk and I just can’t see that adding to it does a lot for me.

But I do feel a lot better for having given all that yarn away. I’m eager to get into my stash and see what I actually have in there and to get some new projects underway. I have some linen that I’d like to make a summer sweater with and lots of gorgeous sock yarn that is just begging me to pick a pattern and to start carrying them to work with me for lunchtime knitting. Sweetpea is talking about knitting a lot of single socks between now and midsummer and it strikes me that might be a fun way to go about things.

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