I sneaked off to the Union Square greenmarket this afternoon. Why? I was out of food, dumbass.
I'm staring to wonder if I should have bothered, though. It was the first time in five months or so of semi-regular attendance that I've been thoroughly disappointed. I'd been looking for greengage plums ever since I stumbled upon them one Sunday morning in Tompkins Square. They were fantastic -- glowing chartreuse pearls that when you bit into them tasted like confectioners sugar left out in the sunshine. I've never had a better plum.
These ones were beaten up, cracked, bruised. It looked like they'd been rolling around the back of a pickup truck on the drive into town. I picked out as many marginal ones with unbreached skin as I could. The whole pile of them was sticky from the cracked ones. It was disheartening, to say the least.
Then I found some okra and plum tomatoes, and bought some cherry tomatoes and organic lettuce -- just enough to make a BLT. And with the cherry tomatoes, the 'T' won't try to slip out all at once, leaving me with a BL.
I also bought a half baguette and some sort of rosemary-goat cheese and dill-gorgonzola bread from a ridiculously sweet and nice lady on the way out. She was sweeter than a greengage plum -- the good kind.
I've had worse Mondays.