Feeling Farm Fresh

This so far has been major achievement weekend.

Yesterday for the first time in over two weeks, I wore real clothes. Pair of Dockers, button down shirt, socks (well, a sock) and shoes (again, one). No sweatpants, no pajamas, real clothes. These were clothes I was going to have to get out of before going to bed that night, as opposed to clothes I put on in the morning with the full knowledge that I will be wearing them until the next morning.  I didn't even care that the pants had a hole in the seat and the shirt had a stain on it. Both were chosen on the basis that should I take a tumble I wouldn't care if the paramedics had to cut them away.

And why would I be worried that I could take a tumble?

Because I actually left the house. Yes, Betsey got me into the car and we ran errands. Well, she ran errands and for the most part I stayed in the car, but it was a welcome change from the landscape of the house I had come to memorize. Best of all, we drove down to Sigona's Farmers Market for produce.

If you've never been to Sigona's I highly recommend it. It's a delight for the senses. Every locally available fruit or vegetable is displayed with the skill of a designer rendering colors. Real food, not processed sorta kinda food from a supermarket. Tomatoes that actually taste like tomatoes, lettuce that is crisp and green and not in a bag. Then they top it off by having a cheese selection that rivals any in the world. I am a fool for their Cheshire White Cheddar with it's nutty, tangy flavor that gives a distinctive taste in each section of your mouth and throat. I don't know how they do that. Plus they have the largest assortment of dried fruits I have ever seen. They dry everything. They have dried cantaloupe. Who would dry cantaloupe? Why? But they do it. 

And then there is the marinara sauce.

This is actually something we had never tried before, but several people had told us how good their signature bottled marinara sauce is. Frankly we had always passed it by because we figured, what the hell it's marinara sauce that's twice as expensive as what you could get at a Safeway. Oh how wrong we were. I don't know what they put in it, I'm thinking opium, but it is phenomenal. Italian restaurants I've gone to, expensive Italian restaurants I've gone to, don't have as good a sauce as this. Some fresh pasta (free when you buy a bottle) and some hearty red wine and dinner was a treat.

Toddling around on my scooter wasn't too bad. Other shoppers were nice enough to give me a wide berth. I did get some stares from the kids who were everywhere (hey, it was Saturday). One four or five year old boy was really giving me the wide eyed treatment. I couldn't resist. "This is what happens if you don't eat your vegetables", I said to him. His lower jaw dropped. I scooted away.

I was amazed to realize when we got home that it had only been a little over an hour that we had been gone. It seemed like it had been much longer because I had to lay down and take a nap. I guess I'm getting better, but it's still a ways to go.