the hidden place and the other time

I have this vision of scurrying out of bed on Saturday mornings during the summer, going to a farmer's market, and coming home with lots of tasty things to eat. I read several food blogs in which people actually do this on a weekly basis, and it sounds so....idyllic. And tasty.

And then I come to my senses. Because, for one...I don't really cook any more. I leave that to Laura, who is a much better cook than i am. Oh, i'll make myself sandwiches, and boil eggs, and heat things up in the microwave, but that's not really cooking. I'm an inveterate baker, but, again, not really *cooking*. I clean up, that's my kitchen job. (I do the dishes because I like doing dishes, and the dishwasher is still an amusing novelty after years of handwashing dishes.)

And for two, I had a farmer's market less than two miles from my house when I lived in Laurelhurst, easily accessible by bus (so i wouldn't have to park)...that I never went to. (Of course, it was on Sunday morning, which made it a little difficult since I had to be either in Renton of Edgewood by 1.) Also, I worked literally down the block from Pike Place Market for two years and rarely bought stuff there. (In my defense: I worked 9-6 most days, so stopping at the Market on the way home wasn't possible, and getting stuff in the middle of the day wasn't exactly feasible, given the overstuffedness of our work fridges.)

So, i have a bad history of going to farmer's markets, even when they're the most stupidly convenient thing imaginable.

Still. I like the idea.

(I also like the idea of getting up early on weekdays to go running. Notice that I'm not doing that either. Must figure out just how early I need to be up and out of bed in order to get a run in.)

In other news, i provide you with this recipe and pretty picture of what looks to be an amazing chocolate cake. I may need to make this this weekend, I think we have everything on hand.

http://wordstoeatby.blogspot.com/2006/04/chocolatiest-quickest-most-rewarding.html

Also, I've been making myself sandwiches this week. We ran out of pickles, so I started using sundried tomatoes....which was, oddly, really, really good. Mmmm, olive oil. Even better would be them in a grilled sandwich...*ponders possibilities*

(Also, i must pick up a few bottles of this wine on Saturday: http://seattlebonvivant.typepad.com/seattle_bon_vivant/2006/05/barahonda_monas.html )

First: I must go here. It is a moral imperative.

Second: I guess I do have some ingrained food prejudices, because not even the glowing praise of the best French food writer I know of can make me think that soft-boiled eggs in aspic are anything but gross. Gelatin is supposed to be sweet, damnit. (However, she has sold me on the yumminess of soft-boiled eggs and oeufs cocotte.)