Right now the produce is so pretty that it practically assembles itself. First thing this morning I hightailed it to Tompkins Square Park to hit my favorite greenmarket–the winking fishmonger who calls himself a retired radical; the Muslim-Jewish couple with the perfect kale and purple onions; the Close Encounters homage to composting. It’s the New York City I miss every day. I came home with a bounty of pale striped green zucchinis spilling out of my arms. My Sunday: A Study in Zucchini. Sautéed zucchini with mint and purple onions and poached farm-fresh eggs for breakfast; penne with heirloom tomatoes, fennel, basil, thyme, serrano peppers, green garlic, ricotta and zucchini for dinner. It may be miserably swampy outside but tis not my summer of discontent.