This week we got snow peas, potatoes, kale, bok choy, turnips, kohlrabi, cucumbers, dill, and blueberries. We were also supposedly supposed to get scallions but I didn't see any available for pickup.
Tonight was also the New York Philharmonic Concert in Central Park. This is an event we have somehow managed to catch each year we've lived in New York City. The challenge is in us both rushing out of work, getting there early enough to claim any parcel of grass in the park, and actually finding each other.
This year we somehow ran into each other right by some bizarre statue I'd never seen before of a guy riding a horse with raised swords that said "Poland" at the base.
The picnic dinner consisted of baguette, tabouli, and country pate.
We also enjoyed some hastily chilled rose which we used in our yuppietastic picnic wine holders. The wine made up for the fact that we could just barely make out the music playing somewhere in the distance. According to my sources the music they played tonight was Mozart's Symphony No. 41, Jupiter and Beethoven's Symphony No. 7. Of course it was so faint that I will have to take their word for it. The volume was equivalent to putting your iPod in another room, plugging in the headphones, turning the volume to its minimum setting, closing the door, filling the room you're in with one hundred chattering pigeons, and then putting a pillow over your ears
The mahon and raw mild cheddars were a wonderful pick for tonight unless you are Jen who thanked me for getting the cheese by saying, "What, no French cheeses?" Apparently the baguette, and rustic pate were not enough of a celebration of Bastille Day for her tastes.
Jen took advantage of a golden opportunity by making a white nectarine and Jersey blueberry cobbler last night before bed. We enjoyed this along with some leftover chocolate chip cookies she'd baked the previous day.
All told this was a pretty good concert in the park. It definitely ranks above the year that we arrived ten minutes before the end of the concert, barely witnessed a fireworks display behind some trees, got caught in a torrential downpour, and then had to wait in a rain-soaked line to get in the subway at 86th street for about 45 minutes.
This year's grade: B+.