Spring Flings

  • The Floor of Heaven by Howard Blum
  • An Object of Beauty by Steve Martin
  • The Devil She Knows by Bill Loehfelm
  • Turn of Mind by Alice LaPlante
  • The Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese (book club read)
  • Death of a Pinehurst Princess by Steve Bouser
  • Still Life by Louise Penny
  • Looking at Salvation at the Dairy Queen by Susan Gilmore
  • Cannery Row by John Steinbeck (book club read)
  • Trap Line by Carl Hiaasen
  • Killer Stuff and Tons of Money by Maureen Stanton

Sunday, June 20, 2010

June 20, 2010We woke up this morning and headed to the farmers market in downtown West Jefferson. There was about 30 vendors there selling veggies, fruits, meats, eggs, flowers, plants, baked goods and home crafted items. All items must be made or grown locally. We went home with a basket of small bright red strawberries, grape and strawberry jelly, orange cranberry goat cheese, an Italian Cream Cake for fathers day (and hubby's birthday) and a kohlrabi.

I don't remember ever seeing a kohlrabi before. I took it home, washed it, cut off the stems and peeled it. I tried it raw-it was like a combination pear and cucumber. I sliced it and steamed it in the microwave. It was tasty. I thought it was better cooked than raw.
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Our last stop of the day was to a clock shop. We went inside this shop that was filled with junk and had clocks hanging from the walls. There were cuckoo clocks, grandfather clocks, mantel clocks, antique clocks and clocks that have seen a better day. The owner of the store must have been 75 years old. I asked him if the cuckoo clocks worked. He told me no, he no longer worked on cuckoo clocks ever since he had a run-in with one of his customers. She came to his shop to have a clock repaired. She kept bring the clock back, claiming it would work for a while
and then stop. He ended up going to her home to see what the problem was. He sat there for a while watching the clock when a cat came around the corner and started to play with the chain. Ever since, he refuses to work on the cuckoo.

Time to create dinner...

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