Thank Goodness I made it to the Market

If there be medicine in this world for me, it is the market. There was green garlic and fava beans and artichokes and berries. And the flowers!Beautiful. I had a lovely walk up to the market feeling safe from sunburn with my wide-brimmed hat. The 98-degree weather did eventually get to me though. In the subway on the way home I suddenly started feeling extremely nauseated. I got off at the next stop and made for the closest bench which was contained by a smaller and smaller circle of light as I drunkenly wavered to and finally onto it. Somehow, I managed to sit down just as the darkness closed in. Talent, I know.

I did eventually make it home with my many beloved bags of fruits, vegetables, fresh clams, raw cream, and eggs. Deciding I needed to be well fed and watered before I attempted afternoon yoga, I made a little wild salmon left over from the cooking school for lunch. I know it's boring, but when you have high-quality fish, cooking it in a really hot cast-iron skillet with salt and pepper seems to be the absolute best way to prepare it. Next to the fish, is an herb salad...mostly chervil, with a few basil leaves cut very fine, some parsley, mint, and chamomile. I made a balsamic vinegar dressing with shallots cut to an almost microscopic size (thanks to my ceramic knife from Antsy Nancy.)

I'm proud to say I got through yoga without blacking out once. For dinner? Spaghetti alla vongole!