Noel and I were over at Blooming Hill on Saturday with Max before going out to walk Minuet on Poet's Walk Park overlooking the Hudson River just north of Rhinecliff. We loaded the car with branches of Pussywillow, beautiful organic lettuce, potatoes for a Sunday brunch fritatta, garlic of course, parsnips for roasting, an organic grapefruit or two, and so on. The farmstore was hopping-filled with people having a Saturday morning brunch and a shop: the place just comes to life when it gets filled up. I purchased some seed packets of sweetpeas to scatter and green beans to grow. There was a Balthazar baguette and sticky pecan bun with coffee before we set off. Farmer Guy Jones was in attendence to say hello and... Yes! we will be bringing in some CampoBelloDoro next week.
Saturday was a stormy day outside but not cold. The wind was blowing dramatic gray clouds over the Catskill foothills as we walked the path down to the Hudson Riverside, it was almost like walking the Scottish moors only in New York state. Poets Walk was certainly poetic on Sunday in its early spring grayness with a few buds of forsythia.
For dinner, a stop at The Culinary Institute in Hyde Park, but we didn't eat. Because one must make reservations. But we gawked.
Later on, when we arrived home, there was a chicken assada for the grill with an organic Blooming Hill salad. CampoBelloDoro vinagrette with organic garlic and CampoBelloDoro Balsamic of Modena, a glass of red, and a desert of Organic Apples crisp a la mode which didn't get made or eaten. There's always tomorrow.
