I Sing a Song of Zucchini

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.

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy