Wednesday, November 6, 2013
On Monday Vince came home later than usual, having stopped on the way at Wholefoods to stock up on some organic things we can't find in this hood. Our previous daily, per-meal shopping method has unraveled and is slowly reknitting itself into a different pattern. Greens upstream, organic fruit and basic groceries downstream (the stream is mostly Lenox Avenue), milk and eggs and butter - and tamarind! - to the east, the good and pricey butcher to the west, though I've only been there once.
But missing from the new pattern is organic poultry, good bread, and decent cheese (a bakery/cheesery/wine bar would do very well, here). So I've been baking a lot. And once a week we'll do the Wholefoods thing, unless we figure something else out...
He brought with him a surprise of Bluepoint oysters, which he shucked (they would not let me in), and we ate them with home made brown bread and the requisite dry bubbly. We joked that the zinc would be good for his cold, but it may have encouraged mine, as I came down with it the next day.
When it simmers down (my nose would make Rudolf blush) I'll disperse the nice potting soil stacked in bags on the deck, repot the fig tree, and plant out a few more of the potted plants that traveled from Brooklyn.