Heavenly Perfume

     . . . . For the third week now, El V and B walked the three miles up and back to the Union Square Farmer's Market this afternoon.

El V asks B, "Why didn't we do this all summer long?"

B patiently answers, "Because it only re-opened a month ago."

I'm really glad for the stuff. But I wish ... el V understood that putting onions and garlic and shallots in the same bag with green stuff that gets washed and refreshed throughout the day is a wrong move. He has just learned that one cannot put away items like onions and so on wet. I will have to inform him of this many times before it penetrates. This must be how my mom must have felt teaching me to cook, garden, laundry, sew, clean house, etc.

So pleased to have local celery. Am really hooked on fresh out of the dirt local celery. Also the apartment is perfumed now by the heavenly basil as the bunch's leaves dry, before I begin dealing with it. Heavenly basil, O O O O! Very Happy with the variety of mushrooms too. With them came a lot of dirt, or whatever the growing medium was.

Now we have all the things on hand for this recipe, which we thought we'd try out early next week.

Gochugaru Chicken With Corn, Mushrooms and Zucchini