We went to the farmers market in Central Square yesterday. The season for Vanessa grapes is over, much later than I'd expected, so I bought a quart of Marquis grapes to try, and two Roxbury russet apples for the same reason. We also came home with beets, an acorn squash, a few little Diva cucumbers, and butternut squash ravioli. (Two of the cucumbers were part of last night's dinner.)
Then we went to Toscanini's for ice cream. The list of flavors included sour cream, which seemed odd, but I figured it was worth asking for a taste. I tried it and said something like "mmm" while considering the taste. The server said I seemed uncertain, and I said that the uncertainty was whether to get just sour cream, or some of that and some raspberry. Also that I was mentally comparing it with the sweet cream flavor.
The sour cream ice cream, like the sweet cream, is very simple; it's tangier, but not as sour as lemon. I got a hot fudge sundae with half sour cream and half raspberry, then indulged myself further and got a pint of each to bring home with me. (A pint for take-out costs slightly more than a small hot fudge sundae, and is of course significantly more ice cream; it's getting two and a sundae that feels self-indulgent.
When I was paying for the ice cream, the cashier looked at my t-shirt, one of the series of prints Freddie Baer did for the Tiptree Award, and asked what it was for. So I gave her name, and a very brief explanation of the Tiptree. He asked if he could write that down, because he's a visual artist and likes science fiction. I happily spelled Freddie's name and gave him tiptree.org for information about the award. I have several of those shirts, and mostly think of them in terms of having cool illustrations, rather than remembering that they promote the award as well as raising funds for it.
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cattitude and I did some more unpacking, of a box that he thinks we'd meant to send to the storage unit. Along with more hangers than we're ever going to use, there were four pairs of shoes, three of which are going to the charity shop because they don't fit; a t-shirt I hadn't worn in years because I thought it didn't fit (and maybe for a while it didn't); and some random socks and such that I threw away because I wasn't going to wear them. That box was stacked on top of another larger one that says it also contains clothes; if we unpack that, we'll have cleared a significant amount of bedroom floor space and be able to get at another bookcase.
Today I took the bus out to Burlington, to the LL Bean store there. I wanted a new winter coat, and I wanted to try things on for size, and see how many pockets they had. That was a very successful trip: I got a long coat, two flannel shirts, and a pair of jeans. (Some of their men's jeans fit me as well as any women's pants I've found, and they're made of heavier denim and have better pockets.)
Then we went to Toscanini's for ice cream. The list of flavors included sour cream, which seemed odd, but I figured it was worth asking for a taste. I tried it and said something like "mmm" while considering the taste. The server said I seemed uncertain, and I said that the uncertainty was whether to get just sour cream, or some of that and some raspberry. Also that I was mentally comparing it with the sweet cream flavor.
The sour cream ice cream, like the sweet cream, is very simple; it's tangier, but not as sour as lemon. I got a hot fudge sundae with half sour cream and half raspberry, then indulged myself further and got a pint of each to bring home with me. (A pint for take-out costs slightly more than a small hot fudge sundae, and is of course significantly more ice cream; it's getting two and a sundae that feels self-indulgent.
When I was paying for the ice cream, the cashier looked at my t-shirt, one of the series of prints Freddie Baer did for the Tiptree Award, and asked what it was for. So I gave her name, and a very brief explanation of the Tiptree. He asked if he could write that down, because he's a visual artist and likes science fiction. I happily spelled Freddie's name and gave him tiptree.org for information about the award. I have several of those shirts, and mostly think of them in terms of having cool illustrations, rather than remembering that they promote the award as well as raising funds for it.
When we got home,
cattitude and I did some more unpacking, of a box that he thinks we'd meant to send to the storage unit. Along with more hangers than we're ever going to use, there were four pairs of shoes, three of which are going to the charity shop because they don't fit; a t-shirt I hadn't worn in years because I thought it didn't fit (and maybe for a while it didn't); and some random socks and such that I threw away because I wasn't going to wear them. That box was stacked on top of another larger one that says it also contains clothes; if we unpack that, we'll have cleared a significant amount of bedroom floor space and be able to get at another bookcase.Today I took the bus out to Burlington, to the LL Bean store there. I wanted a new winter coat, and I wanted to try things on for size, and see how many pockets they had. That was a very successful trip: I got a long coat, two flannel shirts, and a pair of jeans. (Some of their men's jeans fit me as well as any women's pants I've found, and they're made of heavier denim and have better pockets.)
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About men's pants, I have been getting men's cargo pants from Land's End and having them hemmed to the right inseam. They don't do that with women's pants. The pants otherwise fit perfectly well and the pockets are so great. They are awfully expensive, but I wait for sales and then put stuff in the cart and wait around to see if they'll try to lure me with an additional percentage off the original price. About half the time they do.
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It's the one store I try to get to on that day, and I'm usually there as the store opens, which means it's not crowded.
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I think I would like the sour cream ice-cream.