No, not really. I just wanted to type “wombat excrement”.
I’ve had some complaints about not changing the poll. The reasons for that are that:
- I’ve been really busy. This book ain’t writing itself!
- I’m waiting for a clear winner. Seriously, ugg boots, lingerie as outer wear, formal shorts, pregnancy dresses and tops on the non-pregnant, and low riders are pretty much neck and neck.
- It’s my favourite poll. I would miss it if it were gone.
I’ve also been cooking. The farmer’s market at Union Square has gotten good again after its hideous nothing-but-gourds winter doldrums.1 The spring garlic especially is making me really happy. Also I have discovered garlic scapes. Yum. I’ve been frying them with tomatoes and serving on bread with soft boiled eggs and whatever greens looked best at the markets. Yummiest breakfast ever.
Anyone else a farmer’s market addict? What’s best where you are? And what have you been doing with it? I mean other than just plain eating like I am with the strawberries that are just coming in. Delicious!
- Yet another reason not to be in NYC in winter. [↩]