From the market
Acrylic on canvas
16 x 20 inches
Barbara Muir © 2015
(The flowers were from
another wonderful vendor at the
Brickworks Farmer's Market
closed now because of the virus.)
when my husband and I first met. I made bread, and
cooked dinner, and looked up recipes, and really
enjoyed that activity. I don't know when it stopped,
but it did. My husband is now (and actually always
was) a far superior cook, and even though we alternate
nights to be in charge of dinner, as we have for our whole
married life, I frequently serve reheated leftovers from his
fabulous meal the night before.
Enter the farmers from the farmer's market.
In a former life our favourite farmers -- a husband and
wife team (now helped out by their son too) were chefs
in Europe. They make a bunch of delicious baked goods,
and sell organic vegetables and eggs, and when the weather
is cool enough they make a delicious quiche.
I have counted on them for two meals a week out of
that quiche for years. A few years ago I stopped eating
flour and sugar. So when I serve the quiche I take the
crust off my piece and give it to my husband. This
makes both of us happy. No I am not allergic to
gluten, I'm just someone who could easily eat 15 cookies
at a time!
Now with this virus upending normal life, the larger
farmer's market is closed. Today in pouring rain, under
a tented table in a driveway, the farmers sold their pre-ordered
goods with strict social distancing, and naturally I bought
a quiche. I felt so proud of them. They were doing everything
right, and carrying on. Like we all have to do.
I am grateful to them every week, but more so than ever now.
Have an acknowledging the brave people keeping us going day.