i miss going to the market…
Okay. Let me be specific. I miss going to the farmers’ market around the corner from my house on Friday afternoons.
I’m planning on going to Hollywood tomorrow morning. But, well, that’s tomorrow. And that’s always the plan.
Nikki♥
the light was amazing this morning.
After being awed by its glow, I captured what I could. From bed.
Nikki♥
things i used to see on my midday walks
nikki♥
finally.
I know it doesn’t look like much. Heck, it looks like what I always get. Really, it was a big deal. I finally made it to the Hollywood Farmers’ Market this morning.
Leaving the house in the morning on a Sunday, any old Sunday, is big for me. I just don’t do it. I’m usually up til the wee hours refusing to let go of Saturday night. Oh, Sweet Sunday, seems to always get the short end of the weekend stick.
Today was fun. I got to take it all in with my friend and her six year old niece. I was so busy seeing everything with Angel’s eyes that I actually didn’t buy much. She was so excited to taste everything. Even after the black olive debacle, she was back asking if she could have what was on offer. She was adorable running around in her playful Easter dress demanding something extra special from the balloon guy.
So, while Angel and her Auntie M were actually getting oranges, greens, herbs, bagels and nuts, I just got some navel oranges. And because Angel’s really not that into onions of any sort, I was on the receiving end of half a bunch.
I’ll be back next week. If not to do most of my shopping, then definitely to people watch. Loved it.
Nikki♥
taking the time to make note of a few things that make the days extra sweet.
All I could think about on the way home was a little cod, couscous, onions and tomatoes. Mmmmm. So good.
Ventured out to The Mall today. Seriously, I’ve been planning to go for ages and always let it go awry. I’m so glad I let today just happen. It filled my Wednesday with surprises!
I saw the sign and just had to have a Cinnabon. Umm, I guess? *shoulder shrug central* So not the big deal I used to think they were. It’s crazy that so many things are kinda blah now. Maybe because I can actually make and bake things that really tickle my taste buds.
Popped over to Target. I couldn’t believe they still had a few pieces from the Liberty of London for Target collection. I stood and stared at the rain boots that were 3 sizes too small for a few minutes. Mmmm, pretty.
Instead of pining, I decide to run through my Hunter wellie color choices. I’m thinking multiple pairs. Thx, Jan + Feb. Tony! Toni! Tone! lied. It never stopped raining in Southern California.
I was doing my best ANTM poses in the dressing room feeling Trés BadAss when this song came on. Things got all movie montage inspired. I went from catalog to couture faster than you can say André Leon Talley.
I’m still on a bit of a pop culture fast cleanse, so I didn’t know what the song was or who was singing it. Oddly, I waited until I got home to try to find out. (♥: It never crossed your mind to use your phone?) Apparently, no.
I think the best part of today’s shopping was what I realized about me. I liked it. A lot. Even when I walked out of a store empty handed or things didn’t fit. It wasn’t that big of a deal.
I bought things I never would have. Hello, striped shirt from H&M. Or broke the “I live in LA. No more black clothes” rule. It didn’t matter. I bought the black dress and black tunic because I fell in LOVE and they look killah on me. Oh, Mojo. I’ve missed you.
Thx so much, Wednesday! I hope she’s been as good to you!
Nikki♥
taking the time to make note of a few things that make the days extra sweet.
Do you ever smile at the clouds? I can’t help but be amazed by the beauty of the sky.
Apparently, I’m in hyper-adoration mode for tangelos and Sandra Juto… The comments on her wrist worm giveaway remind me how small the world is and how great the internet is at connecting people. It’s just everyone listing their favorite movies. It warms my heart a little when someone else talks about how much they love Me and You and Everyone We Know, Before Sunset, Strictly Ballroom and all things Almodovar.
Esthero… One of my favorite singers, ever ever, posted a song that leaves me with a tear stained face. There’s such beauty in its simplicity. Black Mermaid stirred something. It not only made me happy, but it moved me to use those moments, so easily wasted, doing what I’m here to do.
Nikole Herriot, of Forty-sixth at Grace, makes and photographs such beautiful cakes. I want to make more cakes. I want to make lots of pretty cakes. I want to forage for antique bundt tins. (♥: Okay, breathe.) Innnnnn. Ouuuuuuuttttt. Thx. I needed that.
Still working on booking a trip to visit relatives while the William Eggleston exhibition is at the Art Institute of Chicago. I don’t really own a coat. So, I just need it to be, you know, warmer.
Uh-oh! I can get a bit of stellar photog right here in Beverly Hills. Gursky at the Gagosian opened last week. Sweet!
Counting the days… The Art of the Steal opens this weekend here in LA. It looks like I’m about to get on an emotional roller coaster. Dr. Barnes and his collection changed the way I see and appreciate art.
Ahhh, the art of making me happy. It’s a challenging craft that I’m learning to practice every single day.
Nikki♥
cauliflower. tomatoes. meyer lemons. blood oranges and duh, tangelos.
There used to be a guy at the farmers’ market who would feed me. He would put bites of hummus on pita chips and sell me the world. Occasionally, at a discount. He’s not there anymore, but the stand still is. I haven’t bought anything from there since he last called me “Mademoiselle.”
There’s another guy trying to feed me. He’s trying to feed me pears. I don’t like pears. (♥: Hello, Petulant Child.) Okay, I don’t like most pears. And I, definitely, don’t buy them.
Since the first time he got me with, “try this,” I always look before I reach. I smile and say no, thank you. Today, he said that I’m always smiling. I think it’s because the farmers’ market is like the goodness canal to me. That, and I’m trying to figure out how long it’s going to take me to eat every last blood orange and tangelo that will be tossed into my tote.
I am so easy. I am so predictable. I am so happy.
Nikki♥
a little late and lacking in market posts. sorry about that.
I have a confession. I think I’ve got a tangelo problem. I mean, really. I’m having a hard time going a day without one. You wouldn’t even know that I bought, umm, 3 from the photo, but I did. And I ate them. Not slowly.
They’ve kinda bumped the blood oranges out of the sweet spot in my citrus loving heart. They’ve been making me forget about the Meyer lemons I buy every week. I’ve even let a few go bad. (♥: Wasteful much?)
Thankfully, I decided to experiment with a new marm, instead of letting everything else rot. It was filled with aging limes, meyer lemons, blood oranges and a tangelo that I wouldn’t allow myself to eat. I spiked it with a bit of Korean Black Raspberry wine.
It was one of those ‘let’s just do it’ kind of things. No pen, paper or keyboard in sight. I think I was trying to trust my memory. It was spec-freakin-tacular. And I still can’t remember what I did. Great.
So, I’m trying again. This time I’ve written everything down. Okay, I just wrote everything down. Time for the overnight soak.
Small Measure‘s Ashley English announced the March produce selection for Tigress’ Can Jam. It’s the Allium family. There’s lots to choose from. I can play with garlic, scallions, shallots, onions, leeks and more. Low acid, again. That’s cool. Much less anxiety than last month’s carrots.
I love that the green onions from the Farmers’ Market were super dirty. I’ve already used some in a bit of soup. I was hungry and they were good. Mild. Liked them. The others are about to join some carrots in a good sweet peppery brine.
Not sure what I’m doing for TCJ, yet. So, I guess it’s off to the books, again.
Nikki♥
it’s become habit, routine and ritual.
It started out as a walk I took a few days a week. It was mapped and marked down to the tenth. Thankfully, it’s turned into something I, just, do. I go hunting for hills, delightfully out of breath. Every day is a neighborhood adventure. Miles are involved, just not counted.
I’ve thought it might be fun to bring the old point and shoot and record some of the things I see along the way.
So, this is just a study in color.
N♥
my sunday mornings are begging to be for sleep, not for shopping.
I thought that it would be too much to go to both my local Farmers’ Market on Fridays and the Hollywood one on Sundays. I thought there wouldn’t be enough space to put everything. I thought that there would be too much and I would start wasting food by going to two Farmers’ Markets so close together.
Now, I’m kinda thinking I thought wrong. I haven’t been bringing home as much on Fridays as I did before the holidays. I guess it really is about what’s in season, what’s available and what looks good, even in LA. Thankfully, I’m still getting my citrus fix.
So, you would think since I’m not pulling in as much, that I would be excited to head to Hollywood to see all the amazingness there is on offer. Well, there’s a bit of a problem with getting out and getting more. I went to sleep at 4 this morning. I might have gotten up around 11ish, I don’t know. Hollywood, let’s try this again next week.
So, in this week’s Market.Watch, I’ve got Blood Oranges, Onions, Meyer Lemons, Swiss Chard and Flowers.
The flowers help keep me happy. Pretty, pretty flowers.
I just remembered that it’s about time to taste/attack my preserved lemons. For dinner, I’m seeing tilapia with onions, tomatoes and those lemons. Maybe a bit of steamed chard and some couscous. Hmmmm, it’s still hazy. Not sure yet, but can’t wait to figure it out.
Nikki♥
