Today I love soft breezes that help to soften the weight of the humid heat. I love moving slowly in the outdoor part of the market this morning. I love eating breakfast on a bench by the river. I love the chatter and the noise of the market and the way it takes on a determined sort of quietness when the weather is hot. I love how it doggedly keeps plodding along from one end of each year to the other and has done for longer than any other farmers’ market in Southwestern Ontario if legend is to be believed. I love that the market is older than any of its vendors or customers. I love that it fits in to our downtown core so well and is such an integral part of our culture and character that any attempt to mess with it would cause such an uproar as the city has never seen before. I love that we go to the market almost every Saturday and that’s a little piece of heaven in my life every week. I love that it is a part of the structure of my life. I love that going to market feeds us, supports us as we support the market.
Today I love that this is the first day of a long weekend. I love that this is the weekend we celebrate Canada Day and that Sunday is our big day. I love that we often share this time of celebration with our neighbors to the south with just two days between our birthday and yours. I love celebrating with all the people around me, I love that my country is many hundreds of years old, that we celebrate the name of it and the 151 years of that at the same time that we honor the nations who were here before us.
Today I love the battered and fried chicken that kind of got out of hand last night and so we’ll be eating it for a while to come. I love that we battered veggies and mushrooms as well and there was a lot of frying going on even though it was a hot evening. I love the saying “What were we thinking?” ’cause that’s what I was asking myself last night when the plate was piled high with close to twenty boneless battered chicken thighs. I love that somehow it feels healthier to eat battered, deep fried food if we made it ourselves.
Today I love drinking coffee while contemplating how much battered chicken I can eat over the next couple of days.