When it comes to writing, I have it in spades. I generally have more ideas than time to write them. But getting inspired about certain facets of my “other job” – as mom and wife – isn’t always so easy. We don’t eat out often and avoid processed foods, so that means cooking something from scratch, almost every night of the year. Daunting, right?
Luckily, my husband is a great cook, and on the weekends, it’s all on him. Since he’s gone nearly twelve hours every day between his job and commuting, I get to figure out what we’re having the other five nights…and then I get to make it. This time of year, it’s not so hard, thanks to the summertime weekly farmer’s market.
I love heading out on Saturday morning with my big African market basket and $20-$30 in the pocket of my jeans. Other than finding tomatoes (always on the list until my garden kicks into high gear), I generally don’t have an agenda. I visit a couple of my favorite sellers, the ones I’ve been buying from for years, then I wander from stall to stall, seeing what’s available, what looks ripe and fresh.
Like when I spotted the big bin of my favorite tomatoes – the Russian heirloom “Black Krim” – right next to silver bucket full of brilliant green basil, I imagined this on my table:
I thought of the thyme and garlic chives bursting their pots on my patio and decided that tossing them together in some melted organic butter and sautéing them to the perfect, al dente texture might just get my kids to gobble their veggies – and I was right!
In my kitchen, as in writing, I need to feel inspired, need to express my creative soul. A beautiful palette of produce, a nice glass of wine and some good tunes on the wee Bose in the corner help keep the nightly procurement of dinner from becoming sheer drudgery. For me, the farmer’s market is the perfect inspiration. Too bad it doesn’t go year round!