Where the wild things are

My friend Art and I went to the Clinton-Bailey Market together and we had no self control. Well, how could we, faced with tableaux like the one above? That is at the stall of a woman we called Cabbage Lady.

She was selling what Art called Global Cabbages! They were the biggest we had ever seen. They were $2. Of course we could not resist.

Here is a picture of Cabbage Lady holding up one of those marvelous cabbages.


It took us a long time to get home, I will say that. We were at the Clinton-Bailey Market for well over an hour. This was my friend Art's first time at Clinton-Bailey and he was awed by its bounty. He did what I like to do, which was swing through first, see what is there and how much everything is, then retrace your steps and buy a few things, then take them to the car, then repeat steps one through three as many times as necessary.

When we decided we were ready to leave it was hilarious. We got in the car and had to drive down the market's main drag, stopping every 10 feet to pick up something that was on hold for one or the other of us.

There was Art's apple stop. He was buying Honey Crisps. Then our squash stop. We were splitting a half bushel of buttercup and butternut squash. Then there was my apple stop. I was buying Golden Delicious. Finally there was the stop for the global cabbages. They were so global that Cabbage Lady put the two cabbages into a huge liquor carton for us.

I was laughing so hard I could not breathe! And after that we went to the Meating Place on Grant Street. Which, I cannot even get into that. That is a story for another day.

Here is the cabbage at home on my dining room table waiting for me to deal with it.


Here is another view which also shows the Brussels sprout stalk that ate North Buffalo.


Alors!


Zut alors!


What am I going to do with all this stuff?

I think I am going to go back to chronicling the life and times of Leonard Pennario.

I will deal with the kitchen later.