it sounded that good

As I passed this beautiful basket of purple eggplant at the market yesterday, I heard John Pendleton telling a woman how he likes to chop it up with other vegetables, toss it in a skillet and make an omelet. Unless he finds himself short on eggs, in which case he scrambles one egg into it all, and it makes a wonderful breakfast like that. I almost carried the whole basket away with me. It sounded that good. Accompanied by a slice of Mrs. Peter's sourdough toast with salted Irish butter on top. Hot coffee with cream on the side.

I ambled over to wait in line for peaches next. In front of me was this young girl rocking a head scarf like nobody's business. I snapped her from the back because I didn't want to interrupt her while she was eating her breakfast sandwich. When I was in college, many moons ago, I would roll out of bed some mornings, throw a bandana on my head (exactly like this), and head to class. Bandana's are way cuter these days.

About 10 minutes later, when I was grabbing my peppers for fajitas tonight, she came over to the same booth, and was quite agreeable to post for a photo from the front.

Her future may include something to do with the fashion industry. I love her confidant demeanor.

Next up were these two - on a mission, but prepared for the chance of rain, in case.

How about a kimchi grilled cheese for breakfast? This one smelled crazy good.

I stopped for kale bundled carefully by this basket straightener and sign fixer. She's the perfect helper. I need her to come and live with me.

I wondered what these three were discussing, so I had to ask... BOOKS! What better topic?

That gorgeous heirloom tomato above was purchased at Moon on the Meadow from the farmers shown below... who are always smiling and have the BEST background for photos.