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The chamomile is stressed out.  So says my farmer friend Kellie, when I mentioned that instead of blossoming all over, it sent up two single shoots with a small bouquet of flowers at the top of each–the shoots seemed to have come in a single day, and it’s true, maybe it is stressed out, maybe it wants a bigger pot, or more sun, or not to be crammed in with the nepitella.  Sorry, I say to it.  Maybe it will stay fuzzy after the blooms.  I don’t know, I’ve never grown it before.

I took a break!  As you maybe figured.  No reason, I just felt like not thinking about the blog.  I had two days of market, and a totally lovely birthday dinner at Florian for my friend Witold and his husband Kris on Saturday night–vegetable antipasto then a couple of their thin crust pizza, then two strange desserts–and then on Sunday I flew down to Florida to hang out with my family–the brother, the parents, the nephews, the sister-in-law.

My mom made BLTs and hash browns for lunch–SHIT it was so good.  We ate Father’s Day dinner at the Emmy’s Time Out Tavern, which was super disturbing to me at the get-go, but turned out good.  I could write six posts here about everything that was going on.  There were a couple of incredible Florida ladies–hair and chunky jewelry, sparkly flats and lots of touching–How are you, are you doing okay, welcome, happy to see you, that kind of stuff never ended.  In a good way, ultimately.  Most everyone in the room seemed to be a regular and that always feels nice.

Monday we went to Daytona Beach after bacon and blueberry pancakes and spent money in the arcade, and then had lunch at Sazon, a Cuban restaurant that is so, so good.  Empanadas for the boys, half a cuban for my mom, big chicken soup for my dad. I had rice and beans and a ham and cheese arepa.  Super great, everyone go.  Then we drove home, and then back to the beach again in the evening, to sit and enjoy the breeze and the boys played in the water and we ate sandwiches and Fritos and watermelon and Pellegrino sodas.  It was such a great evening.  My mother and I, we think about the same thing when we go to the beach–maybe everyone thinks about this.  What would it take to look out at the horizon and think, “Let’s get in a boat and just go that way.”  It’s that human thing, I guess, is the answer.  To seek.

The rest of the week has been full of work, and shipping syrup, and driving 200 lbs of maple sugar to Mast Bros, and writing material for next week’s wedding between Nick and Jamie–I am supposed to emcee the toasts.  Not toast, per se, but be charming and hilarious when introducing the toasters.  I can do that.

 



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