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: Saturday in June: sun and rain
At the farmer's market this morning I bought eggs, tomatoes, a fresh supply of Stoats bars, a couple of pretzels from the German baker (one baked with cheese, one with salt), resisted more Arran cheddar though I love it, resisted a bright yellow cheese made with Jersey milk though the sample tasted excellent (I already have a lot of yummy cheese at home), and then spotted that the puddledub pork stall was selling flour from the Tweedale mill (they used to have a stall at market, but I guess didn't do well enough on their own). So I bought 3 kilos of lovely strong wholemeal flour and a bag of rolled oats, and then sat down with a double-shot latte and the Guardian on a sunny bench to try out the cherry cake I had bought from the German baker. (It was fine, though I didn't realise till too late that the shine on top was probably achieved with gelatin. Oh well. I lose 3 vegetarian points. I love their bread, and sometimes I love their cakes, but for this one I felt only moderate affection.) Then Ajay and one of her lovely work colleagues stopped by and we sat with coffee and talked about this and that: so that was nice.
Caught the 16 bus back to Leith Walk to stop off at Tattie Shaws for fruit - they had Scottish strawberries and curious flat peaches from Spain and I got apples and a couple of pears, and a small bag of cherries, thinking it was going to be a sunny afternoon suitable for picnicking. Walked down Leith Walk to Barnardos for something to read, and got The Sixth Winter and The Other Boleyn Girl. Which latter I feel a little guilty about, since I'd meant to buy it new, but I also wanted to read it, so yay.
I came out of the charity shop and a lovely sunny day had turned into thick grey clouds and a very humid feeling in the air. There's a nice Internet cafe just a few doors down, so I turned in here and sat down to check e-mail and the Weather Pixie... and before I'd been here more than five minutes, it was pouring. It still is. I would have got soaked. Instead I am here, dry, writing this, and feeling an unholy sense of satisfaction. I could even have a fruit smoothie (I'm still feeling quite caffeinated from that double-shot latte from Torchwood).
Actually the worst of the downpour seems to be over, but it's still drizzling: well worth paying for half an hour's Internet time to avoid.
Tags: coffee, flour, just my life really, weather
At the farmer's market this morning I bought eggs, tomatoes, a fresh supply of Stoats bars, a couple of pretzels from the German baker (one baked with cheese, one with salt), resisted more Arran cheddar though I love it, resisted a bright yellow cheese made with Jersey milk though the sample tasted excellent (I already have a lot of yummy cheese at home), and then spotted that the puddledub pork stall was selling flour from the Tweedale mill (they used to have a stall at market, but I guess didn't do well enough on their own). So I bought 3 kilos of lovely strong wholemeal flour and a bag of rolled oats, and then sat down with a double-shot latte and the Guardian on a sunny bench to try out the cherry cake I had bought from the German baker. (It was fine, though I didn't realise till too late that the shine on top was probably achieved with gelatin. Oh well. I lose 3 vegetarian points. I love their bread, and sometimes I love their cakes, but for this one I felt only moderate affection.) Then Ajay and one of her lovely work colleagues stopped by and we sat with coffee and talked about this and that: so that was nice.
Caught the 16 bus back to Leith Walk to stop off at Tattie Shaws for fruit - they had Scottish strawberries and curious flat peaches from Spain and I got apples and a couple of pears, and a small bag of cherries, thinking it was going to be a sunny afternoon suitable for picnicking. Walked down Leith Walk to Barnardos for something to read, and got The Sixth Winter and The Other Boleyn Girl. Which latter I feel a little guilty about, since I'd meant to buy it new, but I also wanted to read it, so yay.
I came out of the charity shop and a lovely sunny day had turned into thick grey clouds and a very humid feeling in the air. There's a nice Internet cafe just a few doors down, so I turned in here and sat down to check e-mail and the Weather Pixie... and before I'd been here more than five minutes, it was pouring. It still is. I would have got soaked. Instead I am here, dry, writing this, and feeling an unholy sense of satisfaction. I could even have a fruit smoothie (I'm still feeling quite caffeinated from that double-shot latte from Torchwood).
Actually the worst of the downpour seems to be over, but it's still drizzling: well worth paying for half an hour's Internet time to avoid.
Current Mood: 
satisfied
satisfied