It was so FLIPPING hot this week in western Massachusetts. Like Africa hot. Like just kill me now hot. Like I didn't know my body could produce that much sweat at one time hot. My pictures seem a little off. I'm blaming the heat.
The new flower beds opened this week and they were so beautiful. Unfortunately the sweat cascaded into my eyes, burning them as I crouched down to get the best angle, so only one image passed the review committee. (NB: I am the review committee.)
I moved to a shadier spot. This is the 'pick your own' table, where you can grab a pair of scissors (if there are any left) and a quart container to borrow while you pick beans, peas, strawberries, whatever's on the 'you pick' board.
Mountain View sells other local products, including soap and El Jardin bread (let me tell you: this bread is LEGIT. If you haven't tried it yet and you live in the area, GET THEE TO A FINE EL JARDIN RETAILER SOON.)
Did I show you the gorgeous chinese cabbage in last week's Farm Share post? I'm too hot to remember. I adore chinese cabbage. I chop it up in a giant bowl (SERIOUSLY. BIG BOWL) and add seeded cucumber, mint, cilantro, some red onion, pepper flakes, rice wine vinegar, chopped peanuts and some satay sauce. I could live on that when it's so hot you'd rather dance a jig with Dick Cheney than turn on the oven. Also? garlic.
Okay. I gotta go stick my head in a refrigerator.