Eating breakfast with my sister at a tiny diner in the Hudson Valley.

At Raina’s show at Bard College. The turn-out was pretty crappy, but it was fun take a little road trip with my sister. She is one of my favorite people on the planet.

My little sister is here and there’s a baby in that there belly. I am so excited to be an aunt and meet that person inside her!

The curly cue tail of a watermelon. Probably the last one of the season too.

The day got away from me and my camera. I managed to snap this one in the last few minutes before midnight. Oh my messy, messy kitchen.

It used to be that I went to the Sunday Headhouse Square Farmers’ Market every single week. It was my point of connection, the place where I went to check in with the edible passage of the seasons.

In recent years, it has gotten harder to get there each week. I started teaching more Saturday classes and Sunday became my only day to sleep in, hang out with Scott and recharge. Plus, the Saturday Rittenhouse Market has improved markedly in the last couple of years, making trips to Headhouse less vital.

Though my schedule has found a marked sense of fluidity in last month, today was still the first time I’ve been to Headhouse since June. It was nice to thread through the crowds, run into a few acquaintances and see a different assortment of farmers.

I bought asian pears, honeycrisp apples, white peaches, kale, rainbow chard, corn, kirby cucumbers, ground turkey, beets, bread, eggs and the tomatoes and watermelon you see above. We will eat well this week (as we do most weeks!).

Today was something of a marathon. I taught two canning classes back to back and still have writing work to do. I love what I’m doing, but I still haven’t figured out how to prioritize best.

Baker’s twine on brown paper. Tools of the food blogger trade.

It’s tomato time. There are 20+ full jars sitting on my dining room table.

City Hall as dusk.