A Saturday Morning of Groceries
This week-end, i spent quite a bit of time (and money) picking up food items for my teeny little kitchen. On the menu for the week is chicken soup, a black bean, corn, pineapple and shrimp salad (recipe forthcoming), lentil loaf and another inauguration of last week’s granola bars. Friday i took the free Collegetown Shuttle to Trader Joe’s up in Towson and Saturday i went to the Farmers’ Market on 32nd Street (conveniently just blocks from my house) as well as my new, favourite Indian grocer.
I wasn’t really sure what to expect as i turned the corner towards the grounds. There were young girls selling brownies on the sidewalks and little boys selling lemonade. Most people had cloth-bags and there was a dirth of young, single people given the location (next to JHU) but not particularly unsurprising given the hour (9:30am) on a Saturday morning. When i saw just how many people were perusing the various stalls, i knew it would be difficult to snap quality pictures.
Everything was so reasonably priced and FRESH. I hate American bread, it’s too air-filled - not enough substance. There were bakers and pastries galore, many of which actually looked edible. I didn’t give in to the carb temptation though and stuck with produce: peppers, peaches (cut up and frozen for smoothies), potatoes and coriander.
I have been on the lookout for potted plants. I feel like my apartment would be a cheerier place if i shared it with other living beings, however, i feel like i am going to have to wait until a Whole Foods run to get what i am looking for. Cut flowers, however, were in abundance, and had i owned a vase would probably be gracing my work-table as we speak. Oh the colours!
Still needing ground cardamom and pumpkin seeds, i headed to Punjab, home of the famous 85 cent samosa. I was the first customer of the day and awarded a sesame cookie - i turned down a juice. I can peruse their aisles for hours looking at the neat pickles, rices, noodles, spices and products that inspire me to cook for days on end. Unfortunately, there was work to be done - so i went home and read about the French Revolution for eight consecutive hours.
