The Wild West

I came to an upsetting realization today. Blueberry season is almost over. The blueberries at the market this morning were small and sour. I bought two boxes. Not to worry, I am well adjusted to the long and lonely months in between blueberry seasons. There are of course other fruits to be had.

From the Greenmarket: blueberries, apricots, peaches, nectarines, watermelon, corn, green bell pepper, baby yellow tomatoes, flowers, milk, eggs,

Today was an amazing CSA day: cucumbers, onions, red leaf lettuce, watermelon, tomatoes, summer squash, carrots, and kale.

The watermelon from the CSA while abundant with sugar had the underpinnings of onions and that really bothered me.
James blended it and made a watermelon smoothie. For a man who says he has textural problems with onions and tomatoes, he has some strange ideas about texture. Let me tell you what a blended watermelon feels like, sandpaper, vomit, or like eating a seedless watermelon through a straw.







The Stroller Army was in full on get-out-of-my-way-I- gave-birth-therefore-my-offspring-and-I-are-far-suprior-to-you mode. Woe is me if I cross paths with a Bugaboo. Please don't misunderstand, James and I love children and we also love fresh food. We think it's great if you teach your kids to eat responsibly. Please don't bring your children to the market for their sheer enjoyment of peach molestation and temper tantrums for strawberry AND chocolate milk. Seriously a lot of these parents don't buy anything more then cookies and heavy cream to pour down their kids throats. Otherwise they basically use the Greenmarket as a traveling playground, here one day, gone the next! Maybe you think I am being too serious and going overboard. No. After you have had your toes run over with no apology, or a greedy child screaming for MORE in front of you, or a kid kick your dog in the head and have the mom just laugh and say how cute her kid is, well then we can talk. These people don't come to teach or feed their kids beneficial things. They bring them, essentially, to hang out, flirt with other parents and piss me off.
Now, Union Square, that's a real Greenmarket. It's like the Wild West of Greenmarkets. In Union Square you will rarely see a stroller cruising like Lindsay Lohan is behind the wheel. The U. Sq Greenmarket is not a place for innocent eyes and ears. It is an eat or be eaten ( no pun intended) reality within a reality. It can be overwhelming, joyful, disappointing, and at times painful. It is every aspect of this life rolled into five "green" blocks of NYC. If only we could make the McCarren Park Greenmarket less welcoming instead of the outdoor Chuck E Cheese it has become.
I think I'll ride in on my mini horse stallion next week and show everyone how it's done in U. Sq.