Respite

We needed some fresh fodder around here for our reading. A couple of visits to bookstores not far away produced a pile of fine fiction. The local farmers' market was piled high with bargain-priced tomatoes, salad greens, carrots and Romano beans. The farm from Eastern Washington that brings all the peppers and eggplants was there, so I got a dark one, a white one, and one called a neon variety. The young woman behind the stand informed me that the general wisdom about eggplants was the lighter in color they are, the sweeter they taste. The guy with all the potato varieties and the organic beef and lamb was in attendance, along with the home-cured organic items such as beef jerky and summer sausage.
We ate a Japanese eggplant, lightly oiled and briefly broiled, along with some big shrimp and Romano beans. Just like downtown, as my dad used to say.