So i was riding my bike back from Nick's place this morning and on my way home i decided to stop by the farmer's market. Sara you would die because i live a block away from the local farmers market that happens twice a week...I know. So i stopped by and grabbed a few things and then i went into my local grocer (i am a member of a food co-op. I KNOW!! i hate me too) and purchased some amish grown jalapenos. And then i chatted it up with my butcher and got convinced to buy a chicken sausage.
So i sauteed some potatoes and shallots, and then cooked up my chicken herb sasuage (cased in real intestine!), then i roasted some tomatoes and jalapenos and whipped up a salsa and put it on top of a fried egg. it was amzingly delicious with a bit of avocado.
I love living in a small town and seeing parents carrying icee eating children (an old lady sells icees for 1$ at the farmer's market on weekends along with eggs and flower bouquets from her garden) on their shoulders! I love talking to my butcher and saying, "when are you getting that potato sausage" and he says "i'll make some special for you tomorrow morning." I love that i can take in my bottles and get money for them instead of just recyling them. And it's not just eco minded peopel that do this. EVERYONE does this. so you see white trash looking people with their 24 packs of keystone getting their deposits back. I love this shit! And for some reason the fact that it's located in the midwest makes it waaaay less douchey then when you see shit like this happen in california. It's like more real and organic, like people are doing it because they care not because they are trying to be smug and hip and better than you. It's like this is the way they have been doing things around here forever. I love seeing the old lady who sells catnip on saturdays!! no one buys but she blazes. and today the cutest thing ever...an old lady selling t-shirts and canvas bags that she had bedazzled herself with rhinestones reading "OBAMA 08" selling them at the FM. Like seriously how can you not love this shit!
So anyways i cleaned today, jen came over, and we watched lots of tv and did laundry together. Then Nick came over for lunch and was like "don't take this the wrong way but your bathroom looks OCD clean...like you just moved in and no one lives here." here is a pic. Note i was washing the rugs so it looks more empty than usual. But like i didn't even clean the baseboards today so it was technically not as clean as i would have likeds
anyways i also cleaned my kitchen. I still think it's a bit cluttered but i did my best.
pictures of where i live
4 comments:
sara says...
there's nothing douchy about shopping at farmer's markets! maybe in california there are people being snobbish about it, but everyone who goes in texas is DEFINITELY sincere.
One of the reasons I love El Segundo is that it is such a small town, and feels like a Midwest throwback.
There is only handsoap on our bathroom counter, too.
I get frustrated with my apartment sometimes, because no matter how much I clean, it is still so old. I hate the bathtub and bathroom floor, which have lost their glaze and CANNOT be cleaned. At the same time, I love my place. I don't want to move into one of those new apartments that have gold fixtures and bright white walls and vertical blinds. You know?
ok needless to say I loved this post. hello I still read your blog when are you coming to my farmer's market the heirloom tomatoes are amaaaaaaaazing! and I don't think anyone at Hamm ever appreciated the serenity of clean baseboards like we did.
and they talk about zingerman's reuben in new york!
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