after eating rice, noodles, rice, and more noodles in in the scorching heat in japan, i was ecstatic to go to the roslindale farmer's market saturday morning. it felt a cool fall morning (in august), and the smell of fresh produce permeated the air. it was a full summer spread, with berries, corn and field flowers for sale. i walked away, using restraint, with four bags of groceries.
i made a pizza saturday night using purple basil and heirloom tomatoes.