Torrance Farmers' Market

We went to the local farmers' market on our bikes again this weekend. The absence of rain brought more vendors including the croissant guy. We ate one of his chocolate almond croissants in the "food court" seating, and it was amazing. (Way better than the soggy strawberry rhubarb pie we bought last weekend.) Jeff discovered sweet limes and ate both samples we were given. The bike ride over is perfect -- flat and not too long and short with a wide path two-thirds of the way. We heard buzz about a pancake breakfast in the park but didn't check it out, as it was lunch time. My mom would have loved that.

Another good poem, this one from Poetry 180

Did I Miss Anything?

Tom Wayman

Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here
we sat with our hands folded on our desks
in silence, for the full two hours

Everything. I gave an exam worth
40 percent of the grade for this term
and assigned some reading due today
on which I’m about to hand out a quiz
worth 50 percent

Nothing. None of the content of this course
has value or meaning
Take as many days off as you like:
any activities we undertake as a class
I assure you will not matter either to you or me
and are without purpose

Everything. A few minutes after we began last time
a shaft of light suddenly descended and an angel
or other heavenly being appeared
and revealed to us what each woman or man must do
to attain divine wisdom in this life and
the hereafter
This is the last time the class will meet
before we disperse to bring the good news to all people
on earth.

Nothing. When you are not present
how could something significant occur?

Everything. Contained in this classroom
is a microcosm of human experience
assembled for you to query and examine and ponder
This is not the only place such an opportunity has been
gathered

but it was one place

And you weren’t here

From Did I Miss Anything? Selected Poems 1973-1993, 1993
Harbour Publishing

Copyright 1993 Tom Wayman.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced with permission (click for permissions information).

Farmer's Market + Rain + Bikes = FUN!!

Jeff and I rode our bikes to the Farmer's Market this Saturday morning while fluffy white clouds loomed in the sky. My bike is a new cruiser, with a detachable basket (perfect for the market), and I bought it last Sunday afternoon. Jeff's had his bike for a few years but hasn't had a reason to ride it in a while. With two bikes in the family, it'll be easier. The 25 minute ride to Wilson Park was dry, but after we bought our goods (pie, fresh bread, green beans, peaches, and pears), the rain started up. While we had some lunch in the "food court" tent, the rain started to pour. We thought it was over and left, but on the way home got soaked. It ended up being really fun; Jeff said he felt like a nine-year-old, riding his bike in the rain. I made Jeff take a picture of soaked me at the end, holding the strawberry rhubard pie we'll dive into tonight.

The best tri-flavor ice cream?

It's time to definitively decide which tri-flavor ice cream is the best. Jeff and I just polished off a tub of spamoni (in less than a week), which was fabulous. Pistachio is hard to find outside of Italian gelato, mixed with bold cherry and light chocolate -- it's great! Alone, vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry are amazing, but are they great together? Please vote for your favorite, neopolitan or spamoni, by posting a comment.