For the friend who wrote me this morning: "Aw Tana, you sound beleaguered. Don't give up! I know I don't comment much anymore, but I still love reading you. Just give us photos when you're tired."
Thanks, B. These are for you.
From last week's downtown farmers market: Route One yellow bells. Summer's last gasp? It's raining and grey outside today.
2. From Linda and Steven Butler's beautiful farm, this Spicy Greek basil: a perfect bouquet of aroma.
3. Thomas Family Farm's colorful dahlias.
4. And speaking of the Thomas family, here is their newest addition—little Montgomery, affectionately referred to as "the Mont-ster." (I think "Blue-Eyed Mont-ster" works, huh?) He has the sweetest vibe, honestly. Calm, sweet, even kind. And so darling.
Yes, two photos of babies. Our family motto: "Give me the damn baby." Babies = Vitamin B. It's impossible for me to be blue with a baby in front of me.
These beautiful pumpkins are from Mike and Teresa at Everett Family Farm.
So that's six thousand-plus words from me today. I think I'll go cuddle with Logan in front of a Zoboomafoo and let the Kratt Brothers cheer me up.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: "You have to know how to accept rejection and reject acceptance." —Ray Bradbury
Thanks for visiting. (Especially to you, Ms. B.)
P.S. Watch this space: at the request of countless people, I am going to be writing a detailed piece on all the reasons I no longer recommend that ANYONE attend an Outstanding in the Field farm dinner and tour—specifically about Jim Denevan's involvement. I am remorseful about my years-long devotion and loyalty, but after the things I've heard this year (and last year, which was my final straw) that it's just time I put some of them down for the record. Chefs, winemakers, farmers, participants, and other involved parties (including former staff) will all be making guest appearances in the piece I'm writing.