The things you miss when you don’t keep up with Martha Stewart. This is my first Halloween here, and apparently the thing here is not the giant plastic bag that looks like a pumpkin stuffed with leaves, and it’s not the inflatable yard goblins (although I’ve seen a couple in Harper Woods), and it’s not the full-goose-bozo yard-littered-with-tombstones-plus-skull-lights-everywhere.
It’s the heirloom pumpkin stack, seen here: Pile an assortment of exotic varieties of gourd and pumpkin atop one another in graduated sizes. Price for the one pictured above: $40.
Uh, no. But it’s rather cool. We went to the Eastern Market Saturday and bought two of the boring conventional orange variety and one white one, just because I’ve never had a white pumpkin before and they’re sort of different. Plus a pot of mums. At heart, I am a deeply conventional person.
Oh, the market was the place to be Saturday. (The photo above was taken at the season-ending festival at the West Park Farm Market, in GPP, which was also a place to be, but not the place to be.) You have never seen such bounty — peppers of every size, shape and heat-delivery efficiency. Tomatoes. Cucumbers. Greens. Apples. Grapes. This, that and the other thing. There was even a guy selling live chickens. I watched a Vietnamese man buy one and carry it away by the legs, as thoiugh it were a bag of acorn squash. I wonder where it met its end. Did he wring its neck in the parking lot, to make the drive home easier? Or did it face the chop in his back yard?
(I freely admit: I’m a carnivore who would be a vegetarian if I had to do it myself. Although I could probably manage the occasional chicken.)
And that was the weekend — food-gathering and porch-decorating and spaghetti and meatballs. A pretty good one.
Oh, and Amy got published in the New York Times. Don’t bother calling her anymore — her rates just went waaaaay up.
(I actually knew someone — a pretty mediocre feminist writer — who said being published on the NYT op-ed page was the turning point in her career, the key that opened all future doors. So there.)