The usual foray up to the green market at Union Square.
The bliss of nasturtiums and the similarly colored micro mesclun.
Ate it for supper and it tasted like spicy hedge clippings.
Really can't tell if these are anemones or poppies of some sort. Julia, where are you?
It was sunny yesterday. Almost warm enough to sit outside at a cafe.
Then it rained. This photo was taken squinting through the chainlink fence of the PennSouth Community garden. I am a complete sucker for Hipstamatic 99cent lenses. This one is called Monti. It makes things look misty and mildly historical.
How ridiculous to be wearing such garments in May.
Last Saturday was so cold and so depressing I was reduced to taking photos of anything bright that was lying around the place.
I had gone down to Chelsea Market very early in search of
a rutabaga. It is waxed and somewhat resembles a canon ball. It weighs a lot too.
I had been very taken with a recipe I read in the Times. The ingredients list included the said item. I include the recipe here because it turned out wonderfully well. I omitted the sage and thyme and substituted chopped up sun dried tomatoes.
Below find a photo of a discerning diner (not eating the recipe above!)
Herewith the very fierce cat who lives at the flower shop.
For some reason the light there is often very pink.
snapping randomish sorts of pictures and discovered a man reading the Hollywood Reporter. I always like to snoop and see what people are reading. Yesterday on the way to Queens a young woman was reading The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison. We agreed it was a very good book. Most really studious serious types are playing video games.
Usual Saturday at Union Square with
a plethora of pears
tasteful herbs (rosemary sage and thyme)
Brussel sprouts galore
and a winesap apple which reappeared as
cupcakes with apple in them.
Wind chills in the teens, a wicked wind and snow last night tore down most of the remaining leaves and deposited them in convenient piles. (The gray splotch is my winter coat).
This last picture is of a leaf in the paper that wrapped the lovely Thai paper I ordered from Novica.
It's that time of year again. I have a $25 Novica gift code to send to one lucky person who leaves a comment here by next Sunday December 1st. I just happen to be addicted to paper, but they have silk scarves and clothing and all sorts of beautiful things from artisans all over the world.
First a picture of the Empire State Building from yesterday...
made to look as if it was taken a million billion years ago...
like this very pear-like pear
which seems to have a distinct personality.
Tuberorses at Union Square should come with smell-o-rama - they are so blissful and lovely and tragic.
Some herbs from the roof look melancholy too - all that sepia-saga coloring - like playing music in a minor key.
they look more cheerful in color on the old black table.
Fruit with slants from the blinds on them - to echo the stripes on the eggplant.
Like the heirloom tomatoes which look very odd but taste good.
These are very small, hard crabapples. Yes, I know you can make crabapple jelly - except no one ever eats it. Crabapples probably best used as missiles by teenagers - which is what hapened to the black-spotted ones we never sprayed when I had a crabapple tree on Long Island.
Joy and woe combined: the first pumpkins at Union Square.
Ah, the bitter-sweet summer days after Lammastide...
Well, there are plums to be had...
and sunflowers and peegee hydrangeas.
I couldn't buy this bunch yet - much too autumnal.
So I bought a bunch of half dead garden roses
and took gloomy photos of them.
On a cheerier note, I've just finished Jane Gardam's "Old Filth" Trilogy. My best reading experience in ages and ages. Such a breadth of vision and attention to detail. Wonderful wonderful stuff about passion and repression and love.
These first few photos are of the veggie market in the souks on the way to the Musee de Marrakesh. It's a pretty humble market where everything is laid out on the ground. Note the woman on the right with her toddler on her back --from the size of the shoes probably almost three....
Tagine dishes on the left.
Artichokes! beets, eggplant, beans, cauliflower. What a feast and all grown quite nearby.
How much chopping and peeling to be done and how delicious.
Mint and herbs to be added.
And maybe a parsnip says the pregnant cat....
who would rather look about her than pod peas.
Up by the Mellah market the strawberries are in season. I think they are resting in clover.