Over the weekend I went to a fish market with a group of friends from the notorious Mount Royal Tavern. At this shop blue tubs of raw fresh fish on ice were displayed at the counter for customers to choose. The selections were then weighed, priced, flash fried to order and bagged to go. I was astounded, though not surprised. The best fish ever. Bring your own hot sauce and get down!
The new rare seed catalogue is sitting on my dining room table. I have organised the cake pans and seed trays into a box to keep handy during the move. A couple of pepper varieties capture my interest. One looks like a small patty pan squash. Perhaps the coming season will bring a more fruitful stop of Shishitos as well.
Hubby and I are planning on moving. Selling this house and finding a less expensive one will be a vast relief. A glass porch facing south for sprouting seeds (or reading in an easy chair) is on my wish list. Time to reorder the priorities for the next phase of life.