old joy

it has been gray skies and cool air ever since we arrived in portland.

yesterday courtney, courtney and i went to the farmers' market in the hollywood district. lots of organic food. i pursued heirloom tomatoes and leafy greens and teeny carrots.
the girls bought bread and cheese.
then we zigzagged through the city to the artisan fair and hung out there for a while before heading back to the house.

despite the weather, i feel perfectly content here. the energy of the city isn't nearly as frazzled as new york. osit describes it as a big village, and i think she's right. most people live in houses, there are gardens trimming front lawns and flowers languish on every corner.
fruit trees hang over the sidewalk: on our way to an italian cafe, we picked plums and pears and i was full of fruit by the time we reached our destination.

courtney and i drew up a plan for our future farm. we've decided we'll bake organic bread there, as well, and keep goats for their milk in order to make cheese and soap. and chickens for their eggs, and tiny sheep for their adorableness, and dogs for their personality.

i cooked dinner with items from the market. i chopped up tomatillos and heirloom tomatoes for salsa, marinated and baked tofu in barbecue sauce, and sauteed russet potatoes with dill, chard and kale. osit made scrumptious caramelized onions. everyone rolled the ingredients up in warm tortillas. weird tacos that everyone said they enjoyed.

courtney and i tried to arrange a small dance party (louis, mike, chipp, courtney, me) but it barely happened.



we are once again enchanted with a place and all of its possibilities, and i am especially interested in searching out the urban farming scene here, and in visiting that enormous independent bookstore everyone has told me so much about.