I spent the morning clearing all the fields of remay rolls
so that now all of the plants are completely exposed. I bug-checked all 9 rows in Field 7 of squash,
to which I might have a mild allergy (itchy skin and a little rash whenever I’m
working with it). I finished early, so I
tended to this’s and that’s for the rest of my time in the fields. For lunch, I whipped together an omelette with
kale, green pepper, tomato, and a patty pan before heading out to market. We were giving Gillian , Kenya ’s
fellow farmer friend, a ride to market. She
described to me her dream of having multiple farms around the world and having
a shop and café that sells only produce from her farms. This, she elaborated, would provide jobs and
allow her to live abroad.
It had been overcast all day and it was still drizzly at
market. Despite the weather, we were
able to sell all of our pies and make a dent in our stock of cinnamon and honey
oat breads, pesto, honey, flour bouquets, jams, and freshly-jarred pickles.
We ran some errands after market, stuffed our faces with DQ
Blizzards, and came went to the house to unload the perishables. We had to walk the ~1.5 miles to the lake
house to further gorge ourselves with Mary’s eggplant parmesan. She would hear nothing of my refusal for
seconds as well as my declining a piece of her blueberry pie. Mary takes her eggplants and pies rather
personally. The eggplant parmesan
tonight was a Turkish recipe, without breading. Eli joined us for the evening and told us all
about the bird wildlife around him, including mynahs that can mimic cell phone
ringtones.
Mynah bird
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