kicked out of the farmer's market!

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After an unproductive, lazy Friday, I woke up decidedly early this morning. With Ray Ray by my side and the sun shining, I headed to the midtown farmer's market. In the middle of buying some colorful heirlooms from a farmer friend, market authorities informed me that barking Ray Ray must be removed from the premises. I was disgruntled; a couple heirlooms scattered as Rachel knocked off my sunglasses. As I rearranged my bags, I was approached a second time. This time, the authorities didn't have the opportunity to mutter much. "I'm leaving!" I said. "Don't worry!" I was a bad mother. I looked longingly at the bread stand; the bakers' actually had some good looking loaves left! Usually, the bread baskets are empty by the time I arrive. As banished Ray Ray and I exited the market, a nice iron gate caught my eye. I'll tie her up! Brilliant! Defiant, I marched back into the market and bought my bread!



Home, I toasted the "kitchen sink" bread and paired it with jam and an article about Marc Jacobs in the New Yorker. He's a character. The bread was crusty, seedy, and had dried fruit including figs (or dates, not sure)! After cleaning up the apartment, I did my Saturday long run. Twelve whole miles! wooo

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  1. DavidSeptember 30, 2008 at 10:56 PM

    This picture reminds me of the raisin pecan bread at New French Bakery located off 26th Avenue just south of Memory Lanes. After toasted, it tastes great all by itself.

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