Sweet, sweet strawberries ...

Today I sliced into the strawberries we bought at the Proctor Farmers Market and danced around the kitchen with glee. These are the strawberries I remember from my childhood, growing up amid fields of strawberries where we could go out and pluck our afternoon snack. Flavor, color ... this is what I think of when I ponder the term "flesh" in terms of fruit. This was sustenance. Substantial sustenance. And the color, oh. I'm spending my day ogling the rich red fruits that will not for long be in my kitchen. The children have found them.

And thus, the following haiku ... much shorter than my last year's ode to dandelions, and a much happier source of inspiration ...

bisected, a dream
deep dark dense ruby velvet
these, were strawberries

Bread!

While today's adventurous weren't as rambunctious as I'd hoped due to sick and tired (literally) munchkins, I did made it to the Proctor Farmers Market where I found some lovely apples, asparagus, rhubarb, flowers and -- BREAD! Says Upper Crust Bistro folks, "We do more than pizza." Normally found at 2714 N. 21st St., Upper Crust had a stand at the farmer's market where they were peddling their wares, specifically sandwiches and goodies and BREAD. It was toward the end of the market hours and there wasn't a ton left, but I made off with a scrumptious looking green olive and feta focaccia loaf. Other folk walked by telling them that they'd be back with more money next week for some more of the yummy sandwiches they had on hand. It was a nice sight, especially since the blogs and coffee shops have been full of people bemoaning the lack of fresh bread locations within the city limits aside from Safeway. And according to Upper Crust's card, they do dine in, take out, catering and the whole bakery thing. Now, if only they had a website, I'd so link to it ...