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May 6, 2010

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May 6, 2010

Discovered TODAY at Fountain Park!

“I keep forgetting that you’re here on Wednesdays!” I said to the guy behind the Lockbriar Farms table in the park this afternoon. 

“So does everybody else,” he said.  And he was right.  The place was just about deserted.

But I’d had to stop to look closer at what he had, even though I had no money with me.  He only had about 5 different kinds of fruits and vegetables–I remember seeing bunches of radishes–but it was the huge, bright red strawberries that had drawn me over.

Lockbriar Farms is one of the vendors at the Farmer’s Market on Saturday mornings, but they are also there on Wednesday afternoons.  It was just after 4 when I arrived, and he was the only seller left.  (I believe there are a couple of others earlier).   Since it was just he and I, we had a chance to chat.  While he was telling me about his trip to Russia, another woman came along .  And that was when the breeze blew the aroma of those incredible strawberries right to where I was standing!  And that was when I also knew that I’d have to scoot back home as fast as my feet would take me to grab the $ 3 I’d need to get a box of those berries!  He’d already told me that 3 hours before his arrival at the park, those berries had been on the vines.  It was no trouble believing that was true; they were gorgeous, perfect, and the smell was to die for.  So off I trotted.

I could only find a couple of dollar bills, but I quickly grabbed 4 quarters, along with the dollars, and set out.  He had promised me a brochure, and I’d brought him a few of our’s, and then I chose my box.  “Make sure it’s a full one,” he told me.  So I did.  Mmmm.  I dug into the box right away and started eating them, one at a time, dirt and all.  (The dirt just adds a little crunch, and it gives the real farm feel for those who want to get the total experience.)  I restrained myself so that I only ate half of them.  After all, it would hardly have been fair to go back home with an empty box.  What would I have told my husband? 

My husband ate his strawberries for dessert after supper.  “Mmmm,” he said.

Two satisfied customers at the Wednesday Farmer’s Market in the park.  (Oh.  Make that three satisfied customers.  The woman I’d referred to earlier was a repeat customer.  She said she’d come back for a second box since there was another person in her house and she hadn’t wanted to share–which I totally understood.  I guess she had found a few more quarters than I had.)

The moral of the story:  don’t forget that there is an abbreviated version of the Farmer’s Market on Wednesday afternoons at Fountain Park in Chestertown.  And stock up on quarters.

B&B Laundry: A Mom Thing

May 4, 2010

The vintage flowered cloth bag with drawstring — (I’m guessing it’s from the 50’s) — hangs in the Butler Pantry.  Up until yesterday it had hung limp, waiting for its first collection of dirty clothes.  

Yesterday’s guests had not only gone to the river to go kayaking, but they had gone into the river, clothes and all, and those clothes were not going to wait nicely for a good washing.  They needed immediate attention.  So our guest came downstairs, with partially filled bag in hand, and asked me if I could do a load of laundry. 

Well, I have to tell you:  I was thrilled! 

 I couldn’t have predicted my response, but I realized what it was right away.  There has been a hole in this empty-nester-mom’s heart.  But a piece of it was about to be filled because of a bag of laundry.

 Yep.   B&B laundry is this mom’s thing.

Pea Tendrils

May 1, 2010

Mmm….I never thought to eat a lot of things when I was growing up on the farm. Not so now!

50 years ao, we picked the fruit or the vegetable and left the vines alone, (for eating, that is. My cousin, Harry, and I did love to ride our bikes through the pea patch, to hear the popping of the pods under the weight of the bicycle tires when nobody was looking), but other than that, the peas alone were for picking.

This morning at the Farmer’s Market I bought pea tendrils, the tender, scrumptious leaves and vines of the pea plant–a great treat @ $ 2 / bag. Who knew?

They’re perfect, of course, in a salad, but I can’t bear to have them masked within the other flavors of a salad, so I eat them straight out of the plastic bag that the guy puts them in when he lays them on the white paper-covered table in the park. I figure it’s better for me than a coffee or a donut, and even though it’s not a very big bag, it seems like a real luxury and something to look forward to each Saturday!

The tendrils taste just like (no, not chicken, but) PEAS THAT COME STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GARDEN. (And I’m sorry, but unless you’ve had them this way, you can’t appreciate exactly what I’m talking about. There’s nothing else quite like them, unless it’s garden-fresh lima beans).

Pea tendrils, by themselves, would be a great enough reason to travel to Chestertown on a Saturday morning, but that is just the beginning! What’s stopping you?

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