So, I went to the Union Square Farmer's Market this morning. I don't know what I was thinking wearing long pants, socks, and shoes. Silly Julia. It was crazy hot out. But the Market was hoppin', and I do enjoy getting down there of a Saturday. I always wish my mom was with me - we used to hit up the Appleton Farmer's Market almost every Saturday during the summer, though it was usually just to walk around and enjoy the atmosphere. Today, I was actually looking for some vitals. And I picked a good week, because everyone had Heirloom Tomatoes. I bought a container of mixed Heirlooms, a massive bunch of fresh Basil, a yummy, crusty French baguette, and a snack of apple cider donuts washed down with some fresh pressed apple cider. Mmmmm.
On the train back uptown, I was sitting in my own little bubble of reality, blissfully smelling my fresh Basil. I love herbs, but I must say, I love the smell of fresh Basil the absolute most. It has such a...tangy dirt scent that is so delightfully refreshing and makes me feel like I'm a cat with catnip. If I could roll it and smoke it, I would. That is how much I love Basil. I'm currently sitting with the huge bunch in my lap. Talking of it made me go grab it from the kitchen and start sniffing it again. I also cut off the end of the bread, and, dear readers, I am a firm believer in buying bread from the Farmer's Market now. The bread I get from Stiles is good, but is absolutely bland compared to this fresh baguette. It is so crispy and chewy and smells like wine :) Mmmm. Guys, seriously. I'm in heaven right now.
Right, anyway, back to the story. On the train, in my own little world of sniffing my Basil, I notice this guy standing by the door fiddling with a little bunch of herbs - tearing off some of the stems. As the train pulls into the station, he walks over and hands them to me, smiles, and walks away! It was Oregano, which smelled pretty good. I was surprised and touched. It was just a very odd, neat thing. Humanity might be totally messed up, but sometimes the smallest little gesture can make me see goodness in the world again.
On the train back uptown, I was sitting in my own little bubble of reality, blissfully smelling my fresh Basil. I love herbs, but I must say, I love the smell of fresh Basil the absolute most. It has such a...tangy dirt scent that is so delightfully refreshing and makes me feel like I'm a cat with catnip. If I could roll it and smoke it, I would. That is how much I love Basil. I'm currently sitting with the huge bunch in my lap. Talking of it made me go grab it from the kitchen and start sniffing it again. I also cut off the end of the bread, and, dear readers, I am a firm believer in buying bread from the Farmer's Market now. The bread I get from Stiles is good, but is absolutely bland compared to this fresh baguette. It is so crispy and chewy and smells like wine :) Mmmm. Guys, seriously. I'm in heaven right now.
Right, anyway, back to the story. On the train, in my own little world of sniffing my Basil, I notice this guy standing by the door fiddling with a little bunch of herbs - tearing off some of the stems. As the train pulls into the station, he walks over and hands them to me, smiles, and walks away! It was Oregano, which smelled pretty good. I was surprised and touched. It was just a very odd, neat thing. Humanity might be totally messed up, but sometimes the smallest little gesture can make me see goodness in the world again.
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