This little piggie went to the market…

… the Farmer’s Market at Ardovino’s Desert Crossing, feeling like a little piggie with my burgeoning baby bump and my insatiable appetite. BUT at least we rode our bikes there this time. It took about 45 minutes each way, and I definitely paid the price physically.
Although the ride was great — flat roads, scenic, a cloudy day — I didn’t realize how strenuous the ride was until I got home and the room started to spin. Half a gallon of OJ and a 30 minute nap later, I was pretty much back to my old self. I guess hiking up to the top of Mt. Franklin anytime soon is out of the question. Wahhhhh. I’ll continue my morning walks for 30-40 minutes and I think that’s just about my limit for the next year or so.

The farmer’s market at Ardovino’s Desert Crossing is different every time we go. The set-up’s the same, but new vendors/farmers come and go, making for a unique experience every time. This week, although there was no bread for sale (other than sweet breads, but I’m making my own these days), there WERE lots of cherries, jams, cabbages, squashes, turnips, beets, garlic, baby carrots and…did I say squash? It seems there’s a HUGE bumper crop of squash this year here in El Paso, and I treated myself to three GORGEOUS and almost surreal-yellow patty-pan squashes, which I don’t quite know what to do with yet. My inclination is to make a squash soup, yet another part of me wants to roast them. Any ideas?
I also fell in love with the organic baby clothes being sold, although overpriced. And since I don’t yet know the sex of the baby, I had to hold back. Damn, it’s hard to NOT just obsessively buy baby things. Well, I have picked out two onesies already…gender neutral, of course.
And this time, Eva’s Old Hiedelberg was represented at the farmer’s market, selling apfelstrudel, homemade organic jams and jellies. We tried Eva’s no-sugar apple-cranberry strudel and I adored it, but Christian wasn’t too jazzed about it. Then again, I’m liking ANYTHING these days, and I’ve had his strudel and I must say it is superior.

Tonight we had a simple cabbage slaw: just cabbage, oil/vinegar and salt/pepper. And Christian had his first Arby’s roast beef sandwich. I abstained and went, instead, for canned turkey (don’t ask), broccoli, his slaw, and a piece of French bread. Did I mention I added pico de gallo to the turkey/broccoli mixture. And mustard? And some of Christian’s Arby’s Horsey Sauce? I know, but I’m still entitled to indulge in my cravings, right? At least my cravings were for broccoli and not an entire Domino’s pizza, although I wouldn’t put it past myself to be hungry for THAT in about 4 hours!


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