For the first time since I have moved into my totally un-renovated, totally empty apartment, I yearned for my kitchen. I walked to the farmers market today outside of Brooklyn Borough Hall. They had stacks of heirloom tomatoes of different species, piles of raspberries, thick slabs of fresh fish, tons of cut flowers, crates of colorful potatoes, and overflowing tables of peaches and nectarine. I bought two peaches and a container of red raspberries and ate them on the steps of Borough Hall.
It was a little overcast outside, and it rained later, but I still enjoyed sitting outside and watching the world go by.