Good Morning, America, How Are You?

Don't you know me?
I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans...

Waking early in this city is so strange--if people are awake, it's because they have been all night. But every Saturday, a group of us are there, in a parking lot on the corner of Girod and Magazine, vying for the best produce.

This week:
Broccoli (huge crown)
Baby carrots (they are no relation to the chopped and bagged fingers of the grocery store--they look and smell like a carrot!)
Huge bag of spinach
Organic satsumas
Pint of strawberries
Pint of whole milk

I indulged in:
Oyster mushrooms
Queso d'bola (like Mexican cheese but less crumbly)
Lemon blackberry scone

So now what to make? I thawed some chicken and didn't realize just how much there was, so I'd like to make a soup, and probably a curry. With the mushrooms and spinach I'd like to do a pasta, risotto or quiche. Problem is, I'm alone this week, and there's still a giant pot of red beans in the fridge--I don't want to make a bunch of stuff that won't be eaten. Guess I should try to feed people!

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