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e_julianaMy haul from the farmer's market today includes the first batch of apples (so teeny!), chives, basil, tomatoes, blueberries, gouda, and green beans. All grown (or made) in Minnesota or Wisconsin (the berries always come from Bayfield. It's A Thing). Yummy. It's the first week for the blueberries and the apples, and the first week that the tomatoes are actually tomato-like. I've already eaten my way through the pint of blueberries. I think I'll make a couple foccace tonight - one with basil and chives, and the other with basil, chives, and tomatoes.
There's an interesting dynamic at work in the Minneapolis Farmer's Market, especially in the downtown one. A couple vendors bring in produce from all over, so you can get pluots and oranges and bananas and other non-native produce at the Market. This upsets some of the local farmers, so now everyone who sells Minnesota-grown produce has a bright pink sign stating that fact. (This isn't an issue with the St. Paul market, because Minnesota-grown is a requirement to sell there.) Since I buy most of my non-MN produce at my co-op, I'm more than happy to stick to the local-grown stuff. That is the whole point of the market, as far as I'm concerned.
Speaking of Market, I went to karaoke last night after rehearsal, and am exhausted today as a consequence. Still, had fun. I need to remember that while singing "Express Yourself" is fun, it needs to be the last song I sing, because it rips the hell out of my vocal cords. Or, you know, I could actually learn how to sing. Nah, too easy.
Tried running last night. The knees felt fine, but the top of my foot/front of my ankle hurt so much that I had to give up after a half-mile. This is starting to worry me. My hope is that the pain is connected to the adjustments my legs & knees are having to make, and that it will go away by this weekend. I'm doing the golf ball massage thing and the ankle rotating stretches at my desk, and will ice and elevate when I get home.
Slow day at the office. Don't want to be here. Want to be at home, sleeping.
There's an interesting dynamic at work in the Minneapolis Farmer's Market, especially in the downtown one. A couple vendors bring in produce from all over, so you can get pluots and oranges and bananas and other non-native produce at the Market. This upsets some of the local farmers, so now everyone who sells Minnesota-grown produce has a bright pink sign stating that fact. (This isn't an issue with the St. Paul market, because Minnesota-grown is a requirement to sell there.) Since I buy most of my non-MN produce at my co-op, I'm more than happy to stick to the local-grown stuff. That is the whole point of the market, as far as I'm concerned.
Speaking of Market, I went to karaoke last night after rehearsal, and am exhausted today as a consequence. Still, had fun. I need to remember that while singing "Express Yourself" is fun, it needs to be the last song I sing, because it rips the hell out of my vocal cords. Or, you know, I could actually learn how to sing. Nah, too easy.
Tried running last night. The knees felt fine, but the top of my foot/front of my ankle hurt so much that I had to give up after a half-mile. This is starting to worry me. My hope is that the pain is connected to the adjustments my legs & knees are having to make, and that it will go away by this weekend. I'm doing the golf ball massage thing and the ankle rotating stretches at my desk, and will ice and elevate when I get home.
Slow day at the office. Don't want to be here. Want to be at home, sleeping.
