Market Day

A small farmers' market runs out of the parking lot of the mall across the street from me on Wednesdays and Saturdays. So this morning, I got myself up and dressed a little earlier than usual to get some fresh veggies. The Wednesday market is small---only about a dozen stands---and this morning, most of the vendors were selling flowers. The veggie selection was slim. But I did get some mixed baby lettuce, green onions, tomatoes, and asparagus. I also picked up a couple of sticky buns and a mini sour cream poundcake. Yummy! I used some of the lettuce, onions, and tomatoes---along with some canned beans I had in the pantry---to make a salad for lunch. And then I used some of the asparagus to make a very delish pasta with goat cheese, lemon, and tarragon for dinner. I went a little too heavy-handed with the cheese, but the lemon gave the pasta a nice, fresh tang. The recipe is from my new favorite site: Smitten Kitchen. My camera takes terrible food photos, so you'll have to go to SM for a pic. I've made a couple of the other recipes from SM, and so far everything has been great.

After the market---and one of the sticky buns for breakfast---I went back to sleep. I went to bed fairly early last night, and my bed didn't show the usual signs of a restless night, but I was exhausted this morning. I do remember having a couple of vivid anxiety dreams, including one in which my sister and her best friend were telling me how stupid I am.

Continuing my languid theme for the day, I spent the afternoon on the Terrace with K., splitting a pitcher of Spotted Cow and contemplating what we would do if we quit grad school. A bunch of sailboats were out on the water; I'm anxious to get started on my lessons!