Hippity Hoppity Bunny Loot and a Lemon Concoction

Plans came to naught, but these things happen and I had an enjoyable weekend anyways.  I nearly cried when I left the re-opened Spotsylvania Farmers’ Market on Saturday morning.  I felt like a bunny rabbit on crack–asparagus, spinach, swiss chard, kale, and butter lettuce (which I have never knowingly had before).  From there, I made it to the LibertyTown Arts Gallery yard sale.  I was supposed to be shopping for gifts, but found a charming pie plate in my blue and green glaze and had to have it.  Especially since the artist was a Dutch lady named Els–my best friend’s mom is Els, Dutch, and a potter!  The gallery was really neat.  Each resident artist had their own little nook behind the gallery where you could see their workspace.  Not sure what was going on in downtown Fredericksburg, but dodged gaggles of teenagers wearing coordinated t-shirts on my way home and, I swear, there was a cannon going off somewhere.

I’m still indulging my Jane Austen kick with Sense and Sensibility.  The wigs are HORRIBLE and the actors are much prettier than Pride and Prejudice, but I love Hugh Laurie and the costumes.  On Thursday I went to an art film at the library–Les Silences du Manet.  Most edifying and I think I successfully met my smug cultured quota for the week.

For the first time in my life, I was asked, seriously, if I’m considering having children in the near future.  The world tilted.

Food.  In that strange place between eating down what I already have and waiting for more crops to come in, so it’s a little barren.  I cheated and got some green beans and a red bell pepper from Wegmans.  They were just too festive looking not to snap a photo.

The 3rd and final Mom soup, some kind of basil-y split pea yumminess.  I’d ask for the recipe, but I’d rather she makes it for me.  I baked a little cornmeal johnnycake and broke it up in the soup, with kale chips on the side.

More ‘sausage’ and meatless patties with shiitake mushroom gravy and a whole mound of broccoli.  I was hungry!

Apples with Trader Joe’s almond butter (thank you Dad!), a huge mess of farmers’ market spinach, champagne mangoes and red grapes for Sunday lunch.

And finally, the piece de resistance (maybe), Lemon Cheesecake from The Joy of Vegan Baking.  I used a pre-made vegan graham crust and had almost 3/4 cup of batter leftover.  Next time, I would do half lemon juice and half lemon extract because I like a sharper tang.  This is my first cheesecake attempt and I’m anxious to see if it turned out right when I take it to work tomorrow for a birthday treat.  I think they would notice if I cut into it to check!  At first glance, it doesn’t look like  a standard cheesecake texture, so we might rename it Lemon Pie and I will be sad because this was one of the most expensive desserts I have ever made.  I hope the birthday girl licks the pan.

Lemon Pie? Lemon Cheesecake?

The week ahead will bring 2, count ’em, 2 trips to Pancho Villa Mexican Restaurant and a scheduled sick day.  Who knows what else is around the corner?  I do know I might be tired of lettuce by Friday.


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