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What a Fiddlehead

Scott left for work before I got up so I made myself some steel-cut oats.
 I then biked to the farmers market. There were some new vegetables to pick this week. 
 After that I went to the library. Did you know I had a love for libraries? I used to skip class in college and hang out there.
 So this week we got scallions, the last of the asparagus crop (sad), rhubarb, radishes and spinach. 
 The books I got from the library. Having Blake living with us has caused us to eat more vegetarian. We are technically "flexitarians" in that we don't buy meat much to save money, but with local produce becoming more available I want to eat more than just stir-fries this summer.
 I also want to mention a book I ordered earlier this week. It is awesome. I have been looking for a book like this for awhile. Scott and I love making food homemade and I'm always eager to learn more.
 It has things like yogurt and cream cheese. 
As well as Oreo's and graham crackers. 
 I then get…

Another Sunday

I've really been craving chocolate chip cookies. Heck, I always crave them, but I actually made a great batch on Saturday when I got home from work. I ate another one as soon as I awoke. 

I had to work today at noon so I got things going by making breakfast. Whole wheat oatmeal buttermilk pancakes.
Brooke had a not-so-ripe banana with her pancakes. I had whatever this is. 
We had to go the farmers market before Brooke got drunkworked at grill fest. It was spittling (London speak for drizzling) so we turned back when we got a few blocks away and drove instead.
We were really hoping for a bunch of market fresh veggies.
They didn't have much beyond rhubarb, asparagus and bok choy. This time of year the market is dominated by baby plants and flowers to grow at home.

Scott was jealous by how tall most of the plants already were. Next year he says we starting everything early and using grow lights. I agree. It would be nice to have tomatoes in July instead of end of August.
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