feeling domestic
At the farmers' market, this morning I couldn't resist buying a bag of ridiculously overpriced heirloom tomatoes. The very names are enchanting: Anna Russian, Mortgage Lifter, Brandywine, Polish Linguisa. And the colors! Red, orange, yellow, green, chocolate brown, purplish, even a speckled variety of several different shades. Farmers market tomatoes always have a light coating of dust, lacking the waxy sheen of supermarket produce. And supermarket tomatoes can be cottony, but fresh tomatoes are bright, sweet, sour, juicy and meaty -- the very essence of summer. Just the thing to top a toasted slice of bread, sprinkled with salt, freshly ground pepper, and perhaps a pinch of Italian herbs, along with a semi-hard, salty cheese, sliced paper thin.

I once made Harry and Draco do some farmers' market shopping in one of my fics, but I later cut the scene at my wise beta's request- it really didn't add to the plot!

And now I have to clean the house, especially since we're having unseasonably crisp, windy weather that kicked the allergy alert level into Red for our very allergic household.. So it's dusting, vacuuming, packing, etc for the next six hours of so... which reminds me, I need to go pick up more boxes for moving...