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I just went down to Union Square, looking for strawberries. I found them. Several stands had berries, but one was clearly superior--I got two pints of strawberries, and corrected the cashier when he gave me too much change.
I also got some cheese, from a place that is trying to come up with cheeses that are a bit different. The Myfanwy, which I had to try, just for the name, was a bit too mild; what I bought is described as similar to a Colby. Friendly people.
And there were peas--fresh peas, the first of the season. I got a half pound, then came back here and sat in the lunchroom, shelling peas. Steamed, sort of, in the microwave, with salt, pepper, and (for lack of butter) cream off the top of my bottle of non-homogenized milk. Either the technique needs work, or the peas were too early: but the tiny ones I ate raw were excellent.
I did, however, have one of the conversations I'm thoroughly tired of: someone is selling compost, and worm castings, by the pound. The sign said they have home delivery.
Me: How far uptown do you deliver?
Him: All the way uptown. Where do you need?
Me: 218th Street.
Him: Not that far uptown.
He then tried to convince me that a large bag was light (and maybe it is, if you don't live ten minutes from the subway, or are headed straight home).
It's not a good year for cherries, though, at the Greenmarket or anywhere else. I picked them over at one stand, and wound up with 50 cents' worth.
I also got some cheese, from a place that is trying to come up with cheeses that are a bit different. The Myfanwy, which I had to try, just for the name, was a bit too mild; what I bought is described as similar to a Colby. Friendly people.
And there were peas--fresh peas, the first of the season. I got a half pound, then came back here and sat in the lunchroom, shelling peas. Steamed, sort of, in the microwave, with salt, pepper, and (for lack of butter) cream off the top of my bottle of non-homogenized milk. Either the technique needs work, or the peas were too early: but the tiny ones I ate raw were excellent.
I did, however, have one of the conversations I'm thoroughly tired of: someone is selling compost, and worm castings, by the pound. The sign said they have home delivery.
Me: How far uptown do you deliver?
Him: All the way uptown. Where do you need?
Me: 218th Street.
Him: Not that far uptown.
He then tried to convince me that a large bag was light (and maybe it is, if you don't live ten minutes from the subway, or are headed straight home).
It's not a good year for cherries, though, at the Greenmarket or anywhere else. I picked them over at one stand, and wound up with 50 cents' worth.