Yesterday morning, I took advantage of Mr. V’s need for extra zzzs to get some early morning errands done. The Upper East Side has always been a bit barren when it comes to farmers markets. I’m fortunate that the very small one is located just a few blocks from my house on 82nd street at St. Stephen of Hungary church.
It was around 7:45 am. I love the city at this hour, when it belongs to runners, workers, and dog walkers. The farmers market vendors were just finishing getting set up. I spent around $20 and got a dozen eggs, a box of incredible tomatoes (zebra green, some stripey red, some yellow), a beet, potatoes, zucchini, corn, cilantro, cucumbers, and a green pepper. Summer salads coming my way.
I had stopped by Orwasher’s earlier for their excellent iced coffee and a loaf of their white bread – like no white bread I grew up with. I usually would buy something more creative, but I had tomato sandwiches in mind. So here’s my breakfast: tomato sandwich with mayo, salt, and pepper.
Tomato sandwich – mayo, salt and pepper. Bread by Orwashers – on 78th street between 1st and 2nd since 1910. The cutting board is also neat – recycled plastic with by-products from linen production in the plastic: Architec EcoSmart Polyflax cutting board.
[…] I left the public school system in the early 90s. As an adult, I’m pretty grateful that I usually took lunch to school. It was my responsibility to assemble my lunch after I turned 12. But I loved my chocolate milk – and was suitably horrified as an adult when I discovered how much sugar was in it: 8lbs of added sugar each year. I stole tater tots off of my Calculus classmate’s plate. I was allowed to buy lunch on pizza Fridays (fries with pizza were outlawed in my school district, so we had oh-so-healthy canned corn with our pizza). I remember the salad plate involving mayonnaise based salads on top of iceberg lettuce and wan tomatoes (and you know how I feel about tomatoes, see here, here, and here). […]