Peppers, Pears, and Plums

Today I did my usual weekend shtick. Worked at the farmers' market selling cheese, trading for delicious things, lusting after the potatoes of the neighbouring vendor (purple potatoes anyone? Awesome for mashed potatoes by the way), not liking the idea that work is a necessary, unavoidable part of adult life.
But honestly, I do really like working at the farmers' markets most of the time. All the incredible produce, preserves, meat, baked goods, cheese, dips, spreads, all local and organic. Working outdoors getting delicious fresh air and some Vitamin E from the sun. And best of all, of course, trading cheese for groceries! Today I picked up a seriously gorgeous bag of organic peppers-chocolate brown and red-from Celyddon Farms, as well as a curvaceously awesome purple eggplant. Let's not forget the blackberries and pickled beans from Glenwood, a baguette (for that previously mentioned romantic picnic this coming Monday) from A Bread Affair, plums and pears, and artichoke pesto from Golda's. I consider myself ridiculously lucky to get all this food for free. Especially since if I couldn't get all this bounty for free, well, let's just say, I'd be staring at an empty fridge for breakfast, lunch, dinner, you get the point.
Being around and being so lucky to possess such incredible bounty is damn good for the soul. No doubt about it. That fried eggplant dipped in a beaten egg and parmesan cheese and panko bread crumbs I just successfully made for lunch proves it. What's next? Maybe some of that leftover nutella and blueberry buckwheat crepe from La Boheme. Maybe some spaghetti alla carbonara for dinner too.

My First Time

Well, I have to say that this first time-my first foray into the scary and liberating world of blogging-is complete with the nerves, anticipation, and excitement of well, you know, that other more sweaty, intimate first time.
I am a poor university grad living in a basement suite in East Van beginning her journey into food, cooking, culinary delights, and giving into the rather orgasmic pleasures of a handmade chocolate from Granville Island. I am saving the Pistachio Nougat ganache chocolate orgasm until later, but the chocolate ganache with peppers of all colours and types was devoured and savoured and very...slowly...melted on my tongue about two hours ago. Ahhhh. Can you feel that? Yum.
I've always loved GI, but today, there was something different about it. Everything seem brighter, more colourful, more incredible, more delicious and exciting, and honestly, I was about to go into a tailspin just being able to absorb all the incredible gustatory delights around me. Prosciuttos, salamis, cheeses, lettuce, peppers, sausages, olives, did I mention cheese, blueberries, blackberries. I'm pretty sure that would be part of my heaven if I could create one. Or just a paradise on Earth. Maybe it is one? Where food and its origins and creation are celebrated and out on full display, no shame, total pride, like a nudie selling organic drinks on Wreck Beach. Or maybe fruit skewers or other "cold beverages".
Anyways, I can't tell you how excited I am to just dig into those blue cheese stuffed olives and kielbasa sausage I got today for the romantic picnic my boyfriend and I are going to have at Trout Lake on Monday. Can I make it until then? I'll just have to stop talking about food to accomplish that. I guess writing a foodie blog won't help much with that. But, hell, one thing we should all indulge in is good fucking food. Really good fucking food. Like my first stab at breakfast fried potatoes this morning. Or the bacon, brie, and sweet pepper sandwich I had earlier this week. All on a really poor-ass university grad budget. If I can do it, you can do it too.