The best laid schemes . . .Posted: July 4, 2012
In Phoenix, it’s slim pickings when the heat hovers around 110. At the Wednesday farmers’ market, Pinnacle Farms is the only vendor open year-round. Much of what they sell is out-of-state, but I can still get beautiful local cucumbers, tomatoes, corn, melon and bell peppers. They sell my favorite eggs, too. The market is only a shadow of its fall, winter and spring self, but it’s better than Safeway. I can’t go the whole damn summer without a real tomato. The New York Times recently reported on a study confirming what I already know—supermarket tomatoes look and taste like red rubber balls. Besides, spending my money locally improves my self-esteem. So I braved the heat and hit the farmers’ market for my last shopping trip of the week.
Trader Joe’s is next to the farmers’ market stands, so stopped there, too. I had all three boys—a huge lapse in judment—and I went 25 bucks over our weekly budget. If you factor in beef from our steer, it’s more like 35 bucks. So. . . we’re off and running! I don’t consider our first week an abject failure, though. I wrote my first ten blog entries and I demonstrated that losing control at Trader Joe’s can lay to waste the best of intentions. Robert Burns’ “To a Mouse” ends
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!
But I’m not that afraid–I still think we can do this. My hubris won’t get the best of me this week, gosh darnit.