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femmennoir · 09-23-2012, 05:15 AM

I had panzanella (http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/i...ipe/index.html) with a glass of Merlot, grapes from the green market for dessert.
It was the first autumn market: the first apparition of the woman who comes only in the fall from her farm upstate, with eight different kinds of grapes, fresh grape juices from all varieties, and wines; besides grapes I bought two varieties of Asian pears (a russet and a golden kind), leeks, Florence fennel, two big bags of tomatoes for making the last batch of sun-dried tomatoes, tiny fingerling potatoes (a French variety), a large bag of perfect shallots, a huge bouquet of basil for the last batch of pesto, and figs. The pumpkins and squashes beckoned, but I could not have carried much more! Next week!
Need I say I love the fall and its abundance?

Elle*

09-23-2012, 05:15 AM	#9067
femmennoir Member How Do You Identify?: femme, naturellement Preferred Pronoun?: Elle Relationship Status: single Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: new york Posts: 686 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 76 Thanked 1,223 Times in 478 Posts Rep Power: 5661332	Going organic! I had panzanella (http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/i...ipe/index.html) with a glass of Merlot, grapes from the green market for dessert. It was the first autumn market: the first apparition of the woman who comes only in the fall from her farm upstate, with eight different kinds of grapes, fresh grape juices from all varieties, and wines; besides grapes I bought two varieties of Asian pears (a russet and a golden kind), leeks, Florence fennel, two big bags of tomatoes for making the last batch of sun-dried tomatoes, tiny fingerling potatoes (a French variety), a large bag of perfect shallots, a huge bouquet of basil for the last batch of pesto, and figs. The pumpkins and squashes beckoned, but I could not have carried much more! Next week! Need I say I love the fall and its abundance? Elle* __________________ You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. Anna Akhmatova "White nights"