Hi! Did you guys have a good weekend? I don't want to get all vulnerable on you but it was one of those, good, hard, high velocity weekends over here. The good with the bad right? I found myself on this unexpected trek through memories -one conversation, one coincidence leading me down this rabbit trail and reminding me of things I hadn't thought of in a long time. And really, it all begins and ends with the Dekalb County Farmers Market.
I have so many memories of this place growing up. Flags from every country of the world hang from the ceiling. Isles towering with any imaginable international delight. I remember the samosas and the lemon croissants we used to eat as my mom perused the isles. The green beans we used to snag and eat raw. I remember the live crabs that you weren't supposed to pester and the vast and freezing seafood department. The cow tongues, the chicken feet, and various animal innards all on proud display. I remember a long pause in the wine and beer section and the familiar face of the man who used to talk with my mom. (Come to find out, he was walking her through the Bordeaux region in French wines. sigh.) On Saturday night I got to miss and reminince about this magical place with a friend who has seen and loved its wares too. And it goes without saying that that means I was missing and reminincing about my mom too.
So, what did I do with all this angst? I bought a package of chicken livers. Bell and Evans chicken livers at Whole Foods for $3.49. It was the closest I could come to this place and her.
Everyone good luck with your Monday tomorrow. :)
photo: Joeff Davis, www.clatl.com