Looks like the girls got into competitive crochet practice this weekend. It snowed another 4 inches in Twisp and winter has worn out its welcome on both sides of the mountains. We're all ready to be released from the barn, like Dad's dairy cows in the spring.
After a wet and boring Saturday, the chilly sun came out Sunday morning so I walked to the year-round, weekly Farmer's Market at the West Seattle Junction. It's 2 mile round trip from our house, my typical daily walk, although I rarely go that way because of the noisy traffic. Anyway, it was nice seeing people out, almost everyone with a dog. Or two. Did you know there are more dogs than children in Seattle?
The Girl Scouts were doing a gang-buster business selling cookies. There isn't much to buy at the market this time of year, other than expensive winter vegetables and baked goods-- how about $12 for a smallish loaf of artisan bread?
I remembered our grandmother talking about people taking "a wheelbarrow of paper money" just to buy a loaf of bread. That was Germany between the world wars, when high inflation sent many Europeans high-tailing to the U.S.
I splurged on a tiny container of micro-greens and 2 boxes of cookies, more than I once spent for a week's groceries. Grandma would have been shocked.
I laid out a 1000-piece! puzzle we got for Christmas and true to form, John can't leave it alone for long. Too hard and tedious for me.
Bangers and mash for a comfort food Sunday supper. And don't get me started on the price of our favorite local Isernios sausage. Well, life is short. Too short not to enjoy (almost) guilt-free chicken apple links with onions and peppers. Potatoes mashed with a big gob of butter. An ice cream cone for dessert. No wonder I'm feeling a bit sluggish this morning.
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