Out and About
September 13, 2012
The gorgeous weather on Sunday inspired me to grab my camera and head over to the Stockton Market.
On the way, I found Ken, the owner/chef of The Bridge Cafe in Frenchtown, picking hot peppers in his garden behind the restaurant. The place was buzzing with dozens of bicyclists stopped for food and drink.
Pink is my favorite color.
Sunflowers greet you at the door.
Eat This has jams, curds and olive oil bread baked in beautiful Weck jars.
Crossroads Bakeshop. Almost sold out as usual. You’ve got to get there early for their fabulous olive rolls.
This was the inspiration for the excursion. Couscousieres, tagines and pans from Tunisia. The unfiltered olive oil on the right has become one of my favorites. The price is incredible at $20 a litre. Abdel should be back from Tunisia this week. I’ve been purchasing his family’s olive oil at the Ottsville Farmer’s Market and he told me he had tagines at the Stockton Market. Pretty sure I’ve picked my favorite, but I like to obsess over things so I’ve delayed the purchase. Then each day I can settle on a couscousiere and then the next day change my mind and insist that I can’t live wit’hout one of those gorgeous pans. Add in a color selection and, for someone as manic as me, its like living in a Hitchcock thriller!
Gravity Hill Farm has a stand at Stockton and I decided to proceed down Route 29 a little ways to visit their organic farm.
Didn’t ask her name; it’s probably adorable.
This is on Lewis’ to-do-list. Yes, ” poor Lewis”.
And you get one of those beautiful wooden boxes with your mushrooms. I picked the lemon ones.
Look at that kitchen in the background!!!
A quick stop at the Cookery Ware Shop in Lahaska to replace the glass for Lewis’ French press coffee maker and I began to think I crawled out of my burrow into the Times Square. I rarely shop on weekends – one of the perks of being self-employed. So when I do venture out on a Saturday or Sunday, the traffic and lines are a surprise. I joyfully returned back to my little ramshackle farm. The overgrown lawn, where I had discontinued mowing on Friday after hitting a yellow jacket nest didn’t even perturb me. And “poor Lewis” had finished the last doors for my kitchen cabinets. A wonderful day.