It's a year later, and I think all of us who follow Male Pattern Boldness (dot com) are astounded by the richness of Peter's first year of blog archives. It's really amazing that almost every day for the past year, Peter has come up with an interesting spin on some sewing-related (more or less) topic, and has illustrated it with found photos as well as his own — and not a few of my shots of the glamorous if not exactly law-abiding Cathy Lane. I don't have to tell you that Peter's work has brightened the lives of a lot of people over the past year. A lot. Including mine.
Here's to you, my brilliant Domestic Partner! May you have many more years of blogging, and half a million followers by your second blog birthday.
|Peter at his Pfaff 30 with his "birthday" cupcake on the ironing board in the foreground|
It's a good thing I enjoy food shopping, because Sundays at WF in Chelsea (maybe in all their branches) are a bit of a madhouse. Today was the kind of day on which you wait by the entrance to receive a shopping cart from a departing shopper. That means, of course, that the entire fleet of carts is being pushed around the narrow aisles of this cramped NYC branch of the store. (If you've seen only the suburban version of WF, like the one near my parents', which has aisles down which you could drive a Cadillac, you'd be in for a shock in our local mini-WF.) It actually wasn't too bad, except when I had to negotiate my way around the man pushing I think quintuplets in a monster baby buggy to get to the organic bananas. Being high on produce helped me maintain my sanity and my tact, I guess.
I was especially ecstatic in the produce department today when I saw this sign near the entrance:
Can you believe it? Mr. Whole must have read my post from last week, when I complained about the ridiculous price of organic blueberries: $4.99 for half a pint. This week, he was offering twice as many blueberries for a buck less! Of course I grabbed a package. . .it's baked bananas with blueberries for breakfast tomorrow! (Who says Mondays have to get me down?)
I still have a glut of veggies on hand at home from past weeks of shopping, Urban Organic deliveries, and (believe it or not) CSA pick-ups. (They ended in November!) So at WF, I concentrated on restocking the fruit bowl:
I had the world's kindest cashier today, who did not charge me for the big Jonagold apple in the foreground because one of the small apples in the bag I'd selected had a soft spot. I always develop a soft spot for my cashier when I get something for free from the notoriously expensive WF. It's actually not that rare an occurrence, as they often don't charge for something when you hide it in your backpack. I'm kidding! They often don't charge when the item rings up at an incorrect price. And then there is the napkin-hoarding station by the exit, second only to the cheese-ends bin, where I picked up these beauties today:
|Even the names of these cheeses are enticing: Drunken Goat, Cabot Clothbound Cheddar, Rosso di Langa. (I think that last one is going to be my new stage name.)|
|Awaiting their turn in the new crock pot.|
I'll close for today with a picture of our lunch, which consisted of leftover mélange, Peter's specialty, which he'd cooked yesterday. (I won't divulge the whole process here, but it involves sauteing onions and garlic in a little oil, then adding the veggies in stages according to cooking time and steaming them in a mixture of vinegar and water.) This dish always turns out a little different and it's always satisfyingly healthy-feeling and delicious. We never ever tire of mélange.
Today's version, rich in sweet potatoes for a reason that will become evident in a post later this week, was garnished in our favorite way, with a drizzle of EV olive oil, a sprinkling of sea salt, and some cubes of cheese from my favorite basket:
Everything in life should be so consistently good and variable! Have a great Sunday, everyone.