I. Am. A. Blank.

highseasonThe best part of my day today was walking down to the farmer’s market at 0-skunk-30. It is high season there. The sweet corn is in. Our friend Victoria of painted fish (and Santa) fame pointed us in the direction of the Amish family a bit down the way from her artistic fish booth and that’s where we bought our corn although plenty of others were also selling it. What else? Lettuce, tomatoes, potatoes, onions, brussel sprouts, basil leaves, peas (to shell) a whole chicken from Sparrow Market and I fergit what else. The chicken is the GG’s prodject. It is slathered in Old Bay seasoning and I dunno what else. I didn’t buy broccoli because I had already bought it from Farmer John at work and I didn’t buy cucumbers because somebody on my 0-skunk-30 walking route put free cukes out on their front lawn and I picked one up yesterday. We won’t talk about the visual of a baggy old kayak woman in a tie-dyed t-shirt and black “hiking” skirt walking along carrying a cucumber. No kimchee today. Wan Oo (phonetic spelling) had her booth set up but was nowhere to be found so we bagged that but we’ll be back. And no pasties, even though Uncle Peter’s booth *was* staffed. The GG wants to buy some in the Yooperland next week. I’m sure he’ll ask whatever purveyor he finds whether or not there’s rutabaga in them. Uncle Peter’s pasties do have rutabaga.

Oh, and by the way, just because I was born in the Yooperland and once had blonde hair and a surname that begins with “Fin” doesn’t mean that I am Finnish! I am a pretty good British mix with some German thrown in for good measure. Scot is what I mainly identify with for whatever reason although I love living here on The Planet Ann Arbor with folks from every corner of the earth. I don’t think I encountered a pasty until I was about 16.

I spent most of the rest of the day working at my paid job. I did get my chores done. I am fast at those and probably spent less time getting them done then the daily chit-chat at work can sometimes take, meaning I got more work done, or something like that.

I am done. I am a blank today.

2 Responses to “I. Am. A. Blank.”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I just went to a Scottish festival and it was FUN. I need to get to our Farmers Market more often! I can’t walk to it, which keeps me from going.

  2. Paulette Attie Says:

    Did you know that the Amish family renting a home at the old Osborn Dairy farm have bake sales on Friday (9 a.m. until noon) and Saturday (10 a.m. until 2.)? THey sell pickled beets,, corn relish, pies, cookies and very good bread. There is another Amish family from Wisconsin who bought the Country Road Greenhouse compound on M129. they too sell goodies. There are many buggies in the area especially on the Mackinaw Trail. (And the obligatory horse manure as well.) They are building on 6 mile between the M.Trail and 129. Reg has had much interaction with them…bartering freshly caught walleye and herring for pies and cookies. So funny. Sad for him that I do not bake.