Thursday, August 21, 2008

City of squash

Step away from the farmers' market!

That is what I will be chanting as I go -- again -- to Body Sculpt class today. I went crazy at the market Tuesday after my last class. I have to pass it on my way back to work and there is no stopping me. Get this: My fridge was already full of zucchini and summer squash and what did I buy? Zucchini! There was this bright yellow variety I couldn't resist. I had to have it.

So I come home, lay it out on the counter and I tell myself: Mary, this is the dumbest thing you have ever done in your life. And you have done some dumb things.

Since then I have made squash frittata, squash gratin and roasted Mediterranean vegetables featuring, you guessed it, squash. For dinner the other night I made this huge, medieval pie. It was topped with a cornmeal crust and inside were black beans, ground turkey, onions and what else? Did someone say squash? You got it!

You can tell I am the top Buffalo farmers' market customer because when I go to the Main Street market, I am loved. I am greeted, personally, by the farmers. One of them wanted to know why he hadn't seen me recently at Clinton-Bailey. Well, this is why!

So I am trying to figure out how to avoid the downtown market today when I go to the gym. I could be like the Three Kings and return by a different route. But that is not as easy as it sounds. If I took one alternate route, that would take me past Social Services. No one wants to walk past Social Services. Passing the old Memorial Auditorium depresses me. I hate the sight of them preparing it for demolition. Even St. Joseph's Cathedral stresses me out. Leonard Pennario was baptized there, so I like to think about that. But the trouble is, Bishop Kmiec might be in there. And I am so mad at him for closing all those churches, my own church, Gerard's, included.

Navigating downtown Buffalo, it is not easy!

I am afraid I see the market in my future.


Anonymous said...

When you pass St. Joseph's Cathedral you might consider transferring your agression to the Rector, for what he did to the music program--right at the beginning of Lent, 2007. Perhaps that can serve as a diversion, but not necessarily a picker-upper.

Sarah Bear said...

At least you can eat what you purchase. Mine is yarn. Yep everytime I'm in a store a skein or so jump right into my cart.
Hugs, Cindy ;)